New York, 1995. Laura Maraschino thought marrying Tommy-the former President's son-was a fairy tale come true. But six months after their high-profile split, the magic is long gone. Now a journalist entangled in a secret affair with her boss, Laura's carefully rebuilt life is upended when Tommy's father dies in a sudden car crash.

Thrust back into the spotlight, Laura is pressured by Tommy's mother to play the part of the devoted wife one last time-for the cameras, the legacy, the nation. In return, she promises a clean divorce when the dust settles. But as Laura and Tommy navigate grief, public scrutiny, and buried emotions, they begin to question if their story is really over-or if something worth saving still lingers beneath the wreckage.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Heya everyone! I'm pretty sure you can tell but, this is a rewrite of my other story, "Fields of Love" but, there were too many issues to just fix so I decided to scrap it and start again. Side note, the trope is still the same but, I changed the characters...drastically...Basically, I wanted it to have a Haley x Female Farmer from Stardew Valley energy. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this much more than the original :).

Plot

Greta Bulomos was considered an entitled brat. Her parents always gave her what she wanted just so she could stay out of their way. But as she grew older, her parents got sick of her behavior so they sent her to the countryside to learn respect. Unfortunately, they just dropped her off in the middle of nowhere and didn't give her any sense of direction. Maybe this farm girl named Bianca could help her?

Content Warning!!

Mentions of Child neglect, Substance abuse (Drinking, Smoking, etc.), Strong language, minor sexual themes (there's barely any since I hate writing smut lmao),

So this is not a work of fiction. It's the true life story of a person I met and the experience I had with her. I'm sharing this so that you can keep this lady in your prayers, as she is struggling. She is a beautiful, amazing soul. But she needs the protection of whatever divinity is out there.

When a sea of concrete is all you see

Preface.

The book that is in your hands right now is a piece of my heart and a secret corner of my bright soul. You will witness the thoughts of my heroine, her feelings and a variety of experiences. Perhaps my thoughts will be somewhere, but you will never talk about it  you won't know.  This is my first work and I would like my reader to take it as seriously as it is possible for him.  The reason for writing this book lies in love for my boyfriend, without whom there would be nothing warm and bright in my gray and boring world. Thank you for inspiring me to breathe in a new way. I would like to dedicate this book to you, Alexey.

Where shall I start? High school?

Just like in those old, classical movies - those Bygone Years? Wouldn't that be too boring and lengthy?

A person's growth always plants the seed for its future life. Lets not try to skip anything, and tell the full story honestly.

If the storyteller is intereseting enough, I suupose there would at least be some laughs if not rounds of applause? Would anyone still complain for the lengthy story?

Includes many imagery of my hometown and country.

Men are 3D creatures. Men grows and matures. With many elements in life.

A summary of the story: an adult novel, tangled couples, fate and families, served with some elements of fantasy and sci-fi.

The author likes listening to songs, so all the stories include MVs.

(Please enjoy while reading the stories!)

Thanks to those who shared the MV and illustrations.

I am here to thank you all for your MV and pictures.

The city is beautiful and glittering under the shine of the sun. But everyone knows of the people living underneath the city, in their subterranean world. The girl from the comfort and luxury of the world above ground doesn’t know much about the world underneath. But she is falling. She’s falling. And she does not know what awaits her.

The city leaves me scraped raw.

Dim the house lights (if there are any), set the stage. It’s Friday night, 8pm. You just got out of work and your friends are texting you to make sure you’ll be there this time. You will. You’re in a cab on the highway, looking out at the beauty of a city you live. The night sky is almost here and the lights look so good from where you’re sitting. And it feels so good to be where you’re sitting. You know something the rest of the world doesn’t at this very moment. Cherish it.

A collection of stories speaking to the experience that is the Montreal underground music scene. A highly romanticized account of the remainder of the ethos that is 1970s sex, drugs and rock’ n’roll.

Mistress Quicksilver, a refined antique dealer, is about to put up for sale a most unusual collection. In addition, One of the items seems to attract many diverse and nasty individuals. The young woman has to protect her merchandise, while managing the marital problems of one of her friends and the blunders of her teenage son. Fortunately, Quicksilver has more than one trick up her sleeve...

The city is filled with everything anyone could ever ask for. With entertainment and fun and beauty and intrigue. So why do I feel so dissatisfied? So why do I feel so empty?

The Wall around the city is high. It’s thick. No-one has ever seen over it. Everyone fears it.

But when I’m kissing Marcus and Elliot on the hard concrete of the school roof, I can’t help but wonder.

What else is there, that the city makes sure to keep us away from?

———This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

I had a nightmare. It was one of the most terrifying dreams I've ever had. I wrote it down almost as soon as I woke up. I can't describe it in detail here because of spoilers. But it features monsters and analogies and a city.———

This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.