Yajna Ramnath is an author of various genres from contemporary romance, urban fantasy to erotic thrillers where she brings those very same imaginary friends to life. She bases her characters on different parts of her; the lover, the dreamer, the villain, the joker, the heartbroken, the insecure girl, the killer and the mentally insane. Her stories and characters walk the fine line between real life and fictional tales. Her typical day out is staying in with a book and getting lost in the power of words.
๐๐๐คโ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ค๐๐ง๐? ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ช๐จ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐. My name is Ella Bianchi and I currently reside in the great state of Illinois.…
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Leave a Comment๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฎ. She stood at the threshold of a house that had become her home. Before her, everything lay shattered. She…
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Synopsis:
Welcome to Dramir, a city where the blood never stops flowing
The streets of Dramir have always been protected under the rule of the reigning King. It was all because of his not so secret weapon.
A weapon they called the assassin. A weapon with long-dark hair, savage soulless eyes and a body built for sin.
She wielded a sword as one would breathe air. She danced in blood as one would dance in rain. She laughed in the face of death as one would laugh at a bad joke.
It was believed that the day the assassin experienced emotion, the world of Dramir as they knew it would crumble under the force of her shattering heart.
How could you break the heart of someone who had long since lived without one?
How could you fight against the darkness when she forced light to do her bidding?
Most importantly how could you hide, when she came looking for you?
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She showed up at his doorstep at sun down.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes torn and stained with blood.
During the late summer storm, they were helpless against the passion they were forbidden to feel.
She couldnโt leave and he couldnโt let her. All through the night she enticed him with her words. He should not have been enticed. He should not have touched his claimed lips onto her sweet, innocent ones.
He woke to the sun on his face, the screams of his wife, no recollection of the night after that kiss, and a dead girl next to him.
He knew her story, he knew her body, and he even knew her name.
Ophelia
Please note that this book is not suitable for those under 18 as it contains explicit situations. Sex, Rape and Abuse are all present in this book.
Synopsis: She is bitter. She is angry. She is filled with hate and envy. She is beautiful. She is darkness. She. Is. MINE. He is…
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It started out as an innocent blog. I just wanted to tell the world about my life. That was harmless right?
Wrong.
I didnโt realise just what I did, how many lives I destroyed and how many people I lost because of my own need to vent about my issues with men. I didnโt realise what my judgement of otherโs caused. I didnโt realise watch a selfish, terrible and evil person I was.
Not until I finally had something to lose.
He came into my life like a whirlwind. He showed me passion like Iโve never known. He challenged me at every step and broke down my defences. He took a selfish girl and made her feel. But then our secrets got in the way. My inability to see him as anything different than every other guy that I had met. His aversion to giving all of him without the guarantee of receiving all of me. It was all leading up to one life altering night. One life altering moment that would make or break our future. The problem was whether or not we could find our forever.
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A long time ago I knew that I wasnโt wanted. No one cared enough to stay. No one considered me when making decisions. No one went out of their way to make sure I was okay. No tried to dry my tears. No one checked on me to see how I was dealing with everything. Everyone only cared about how their lives were changing, how their lives were affected. I was just a child, I was supposed to listen to everything I was told. Whether I was happy or not was irrelevant. I had to feel grateful. That gratitude is what kept me quiet, that sense of guilt that if I left I would be making things worse. That gratitude and guilt which was interpreted as acceptance. After all silence is acceptance right? It didnโt matter how hard the blows were, it didnโt matter if I had bruises which everyone could see, it didnโt matter how harsh the insults were or even how deep the betrayal cut. All that mattered was that I remember how much of pain and sacrifices the grown-ups made for me. How much pain my mother endured. How much money my father spent. That was all that mattered. I took every hand that was dealt. Eventually I was strong, not strong enough to fight back, but strong enough to finally leave. To go out and experience life no matter how hard it would be. To accept that I deserve happiness. I deserve love. And someday someone would be Worthy of Me.
