She was the one who wasn't supposed to get away. The dashing playboy Junior Senator meets a beautiful young journalist whom he falls for. Afraid of his feelings he develops towards her he leaves her after a night of passion. Fast forward seven years later he's running for President running into the beautiful journalist again. Only to find out that two beautiful twin girls came about that magical night. He can navigate the waters of fatherhood, run a successful campaign, will he be able to find his way back into the heart of the woman who gave him two beautiful little girls.

Senior year = Drama Amelia, a mysterious high school girl with no time for boys, fun and parties had the spark stripped from her ever since her father's absence. Now, It's her first day of senior year after the holiday for Christmas. All the students were happy to be back at school with their friends but for Amelia it was torture. No friends only bullies just because she was the smartest 'nerd' in school. But, like every other girl in school, she has a huge crush on the hottest guy in school. Mason Benjamin, son of a multi-billionaire and famous fashion designer. Amelia is asked to tutor him for after school session. He ends up showing her that life doesn't revolve around the classroom and books and restores her spark but at what cost? When they start to get close. Evil lurks as her bully who is the queen bee and Mason's Ex along with a jealous and obsessed guy plot and scheme against them. Her Senior year will be full of lies, drama and romance. HERE IS A PREVIEW: "Amelia! I believe you know there will be a project practical on teaching someone. If you would help me tutor a student for this session, you will get an A on that project. what do you think?" "Yes miss Sarah! I would love to.Thank you so much" I replied. "Ok that's good to hear, let me call the student you will be tutoring" Miss Sarah smiled "Mason Benjamin could you please come here" 'oh my God' I thought. 'I would be tutoring Mason Benjamin! the guy I have had a big crush on since Forever! This can't be happening. this will be a nightmare, I will end up embarrassing myself! why?' I thought silently I look behind and saw his muscular figure approaching the teacher's desk. For a guy in the 12th grade he was two years older than me because his parents moved a lot making him change schools more frequently. he stood beside me and looked at me with the corner of his eyes, by that time I died twice and came back to reality. what am I getting myself into?

I was lost and totally confused. The year was 2016 and I voted for Hillary Clinton for President of the United States. Being a mere nineteen years old-battling severe depression, social anxiety and fighting my sexuality-I was looking for "Hope" and I was looking for "Progress". In this book, I start out by chronicling my personal political journey, moving from the bowels of the modern left to the opening arms of the modern right. Following this, I lead the reader on a hard-hitting analytical journey, addressing and deftly dismissing some of the modern left's most persuasive and most used tools of narrative. In the end, things are poignantly brought back to home, as I address the overall deficiencies of the liberal idea of "progress" and how this relates to the theme of finding personal meaning in one's own life. This is at once a heartfelt story of personal triumph and a profoundly rigorous and witty treatment of liberal rhetoric. Hold on to your hats. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JTWJWSS/ref=mp_s_a_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=Jonathan Mize&qid=1600915053&sr=8-3

"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠" ★ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 <𝟑 Includes: ♡ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ♡ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ♡ ᴄʟɪɴᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ -𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥, 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: #𝟑 𝑰𝑵 𝑲𝑹𝑨𝑺 🌟 (𝑴𝑨𝒀 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟐 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝒀 🌟 (𝑴𝑨𝒀 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟐 𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑵 🌟 (𝑴𝑨𝒀 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟏 𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑵 🌟 (𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑬 𝟐𝟖, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟏 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝒀 🌟 (𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑬 𝟐𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟏 𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑽𝑬 🌟 (𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝟐𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑)

In the near future, Mr. Donald J. Trump is the President of the United States of America, and there have been some radical changes. Some for the better, and some for the worse. Some are just plain weird. Most notably, however, a giant wall exists at the border of Mexico and the U.S. to stop illegal immigration in Trump's ideology. That's all great, but when Ramon Juarez, a Mexican-American man who immigrated to America years before is caught in the middle of a family crisis that presents certain legal problems in this new, outlandish world, he'll have to break some laws and team up with a couple of dorks to save the day. Inspired by the Trump Craze of the recent months, this is a political comedy, intended to be as uncompromisingly funny as humanly possible. I'm in ninth grade and, at 33 pages long, this is my first story ever. I originally wrote it for the holidays late last year on Google Docs, but my family, friends, and peers loved it, so I figured I'd share it online. Enjoy! NOTICE: This story is labeled as not mature, but it does contain a few suggestive references and mild expletives, so make of it what you may.

" Prom, do you think I won't have a chance with him anymore ? " ..........Fourth ....... " It will not change the fact who you really are" .............Gemini........ " He will not stop this war till he get what he wants " .............Dunk.......... " He is one of our people. We can't let him down" ............Jong.............. " Don't let you hopes down fourth. He will like you back. If he won't. Its his lost" .............Prom............. " We can find the truth. Together. As a team like we always used to do" ..........Phuwin.............. " We can't trust him. Not anymore" ...........Pond.................. ...................................................................................... A team need a trust. Trust should be proven by actions. Not by words. Betrayal is the worst thing that can make a team fall apart. One mission. One target. One goal. But......... Not the same purpose......... Will they succeed....? That's for you to find out.... THIS IS PURELY A FICTIONAL STORY. CREDITS OF THE IMAGES ARE FOR THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS. THE STORYLINES ARE MY OWN WORK.

Dear Reader: You are precious, priceless, and irreplaceable. In the entire history -- of the entire universe: In the history of all Eternity... There has been, and ever will be, only one you. Herein are opinions, observations, and things autobiographical. These essays and editorials were written within, oh, 2 or 3 years. I've survived autism, mania, depression, amnesia, multiple personalities, being borderline suicidal as a teenager ... and aardvark pox. (Or was it turkey pox?) My "editorial opinions" prove that I'm a fearless, ferocious... ¿Were-Chihuahua? [Every full moon, I turn into an ankle biter.] Me?? Delusional?? Nope. So, OF COURSE, I'm "considering" a career in American politics. {Made you smile.} Or cry: sorry about that. This ain't your typical autobiography. No. It is not. Seriously, though: "I've survived myself" is an acceptable legacy.

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.