ASH PHOENIX

I don’t care if you are black, Or white, or red, or yella. I will still love you Because you are my fellow. And I don’t care if you are old, Or young, or skinny, or fat, I will still love you Because you are a human being, And that’s that. And I don't care if you're a boy Or if you are a girl I will still love you You're a human in this world. And I don't care if you are rich Or if you're very poor I will still love you And knock upon your door. Because you are a human being, And that's that. — A Simple Philosophy by Karen Hanson.

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I honestly tried to resist the urge to write this story but it haunted me so I needed to put pen to paper and get it out. Thank you so much

Thank you for your feedback. I have tried searching for one but not so lucky but I can't stop writing simply because I don't have an editor, the tools I used for editing try . I hope that you continue reading my story

It started as a misunderstanding until it wasn't. Rhory An and Cahir Wei are complete opposites from two warring worlds, and yet it seems like fate keeps pushing them towards each other. Cahir, a man with a past filled with trauma, grief, vengeance, and hate, while Rhory, a man who seeks to live his best life while juggling the protective brothers who wish him to remain trapped in a glass cage as if he'd get lost in the world of sin. When one fateful night changes everything, Rhory is thrust into Cahir's world of violence and danger.

He sat next to the two hot as fuck male models. They were having fun, his hands stroking the one on his right. His name escaped Rhory, but his face and abs replaced his guilt of forgetting their names. They didn’t need names, not when they were this gorgeous and so damn inviting. He smiled, laughed, and drank the cold liquid in his glass. The whiskey burned down his throat, but he didn’t care. Aside from Bourbon or Scotch, whiskey came a very close second to either of his favorites. He’d pr

Chaos was no stranger to Ironridge, the violence and the terror that accompanied the sobs as the loud thunder of motorcycles roared throughout the streets of Ironridge. Whenever that sound happened, everyone knew what to expect. Head down and keep low and continue walking as if there’s nothing there. The residents had made peace with the fact that the Sons of Mayhem Motorcycle Club (SoM) were in charge instead of the law enforcement that was tasked with serving and protecting them from the mons

The Sons of Mayhem MC, based in the Pacific Northwest, has deeply embedded itself into the soil of their hometown, Ironridge. Their word is law, and law enforcement has little to no power to fight for their place at the table. When fate reunites two high school sweethearts, Lynk 'Leviathan' Lennox and Ever Warren, they are pulled to each other like honey to a moth, but danger lurks. When the President of the SoM gets assassinated in cold blood, there is only one way to find peace: vengeance. With tensions rising within the club, there is only one thing clear: the Leviathan will tear the town apart in order to bring justice.

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I'm always wondering just how much energy one needs to accomplish the plans you make in your head right before you go to sleep and then wake up. It's especially hard because sometimes way back in the day, I'd just forgo sleep and just focus on what was important, which is always writing, but that's not how things go, at least for me. I tell myself that I'm going to do this and that and even complete an entire to-do list complete with the checkboxes, and instead I fail. I have been staring at the new chapter of Taming of The Beast, and instead of publishing it, I'm riddled with a painful amount of self-doubt. Is this good enough? Am I good enough? Does it make sense? Am I disappointing myself and the readers? These thoughts literally haunt me more than I'd like to admit. So because I needed to get out of my whatever it is that I'm going through, I found this hidden gem, PicsArt, and I couldn't stop myself. Thank God I had a Pinterest account to keep me sane enough because sometimes I would literally fall in the deep end of the rabbit hole, and I never find my way out. I finally figured out a way to create something, and I think I'm quite proud of myself. Again, thank you, PicsArt, and your world of genius. It's not a professional job, but it's a proud moment for me because I'm hopeless, but I did try. I'm one of those extra super introverted people; I'm afraid to say something because I think it will offend or just be stupid. I don't know, but I have been trying to do better, but honestly, I'm scared and intimidated by everyone (isn't that ironic when everyone in the place I live in practically walks the other way when I walk because everyone says I'm intimidating). I'm not intimidating; I'm just really quiet, and you never know what I'm thinking.) The drabbles of an introvert

So, like, I have been staring at this for days, and as much as I would love to post it. I need to verify some stuff, and because I'm not a US citizen...a.k.a. citizen nobody, is there someone from the US who is willing to let me ask endless questions about a certain subject, like, say...'crime'? I mean, I could just take what I have dutifully learnt from all the movies and series' but I'd love to know from a GA member if it would be plausible because this subject is not exactly worldwide. 😇 I'm being haunted; please help.

In my defence, I don't live in the US your honour; I didn't know it was illegal to chill with those banging hot people in the corner. I swear I didn't exchange cash. I only asked for change LMFAO. 🤣