Bøger af Natalie Barnes

Over the eight nights of Chanukah, different Jewish families light a candle and take part in cherished rituals, and spent quality time together.

Includes a glossary of words specific to Hanukkah along with a pronunciation guide.

The year is 1926.Champagne, pistols, and dolls...I am responsible for making sure that the booze flows and the drugs show.If trouble were to birth, all I have to do is whip out me persuaders.Kilkenny bred, New York bound, Detroit laid.This is me story.Brek O'Brien.The blood on me hands cannot lie, for they speak the truth.I'm afraid of God-however... I be not afraid of man.Savages we be.For I keep searching for that light.Then she is bestowed upon me.Gabriella...Me Love.Grosse Pointe

I'm standing here in complete darkness. Static fills my ears and all I hear is the muffled sound of the chanting and screaming of the crowd. I can hear my own heart beating in my ears. I don't know whether to laugh, yell, cry, scream, or even puke. I'm completely frozen. Everything plays out around me and I know it's time. The panic inside me slowly fades away and adrenaline starts pumping heated blood through my veins. Instead of feeling weak, I begin to feel strong. Looking over my shoulder, I notice him. Tristan. He's watching me intently. Tristan is the misery I crave. He's probably waiting for me to fuck up. Yes, I'm nervous as hell, but I won't let him see it, or feed off of it. No . . . this time I will starve him, and show everyone here what I can do. The shadow of my smile releases the last of the fear. I glance back at him one more time. He's still standing there, like a statue. Stepping to edge, I know now what can break him. Tonight, I'll risk everything ...

Some who see me, see that I'm a rock star. Others see me just by my appearance...or my talent. But one woman, just one, saw past all that. Even when I dragged her through the f*cking dirt she got back up and dusted herself off. Her blue eyes pierced right through me, weakening me. Her voice soothed, calmed me. She riled me up and got me going, then slammed on the brakes. Then I f*cked everything up... I hate everything right now, but I really wish I could hate her. It would make things so much f*cking easier if I could. But I cant... I'm f*cking in love with her. Tristan

When he was there, My soul finally breathed its air. My steps became lighter, My heart beat faster. Having my spirit dance, Along the broken edges, That would be soon, Deemed our last chance... Begging to hold, He must have thought I was, A part of that mold. Only breaking free, Now caused this suffering...