Author: ashleighgiannoccaro
Kian is still awake, and Ivy is still dreaming. Is it a nightmare?
Imagine waking up every Christmas to find your gift has been replaced with a lump of coal, and a note from someone you do not know. Noelle,You were a very bad girl, you know that bad girls get coal in their stockings. But, I promise you this, when put under enough pressure the dirty, black coal turns into the shining white diamond. Maybe the bad little girl can turn into something beautiful too. X something beautiful too. XYule.A Lump Of Coal For Christmas is the introduction to brand new series coming in 2018.more
Viviana is playing a dangerous game, one that will destroy her mob family’s reputation. After hours she indulges in a fetish that not only has Romi stalking her online, but one that has them messaging each other in private. She’s toying with his heart, tempting his body, and has exposed all of herself to him. How did it get to this? If Rain finds out, she’s dead and so is he.Romeo is done … done pretending to be someone he’s not. The cover he’s used when working in the salon no longer feels authentic or right. He drops the facade,…
The smell of perm lotion and the sound of the dryer’s blowing hot air camouflages the truth, the lies, and the real stories behind the people inside the hair salon.Cut & Blow flash in neon lights above the glass front of the outdated shop, but inside young talent shave and layer hair while making small talk with clients, that over share. Ailee is a twenty-year old stylist with more secrets of … secrets of her own than she hears from others on a daily basis. But, when a tall, long haired customer comes in and seduces her with his deep…
Underneath these gang tattoos beats a heart three times a year. I’m a slow puncture death, a murderer, a rapist, and a number. I killed my best friend. Death doesn’t stalk me, it walks ahead of me by twenty-eight paces.I went home after I sold my soul to the devils. I thought life would begin, I was a free man, instead within days the bullets fly and my last hope dies with the slain. There is … There is nothing left to live for in this world. I belong to the 28s, I’ll always belong to the 28s.The woman across…
Without my box I can’t be meKidnapped by a clown close to the seaHe’s torn inside where one equals twoOne I hate, the other I love trueSecrets and lies become alibisSivan is damaged, it’s in his eyesRiddles unravel when you know who mastersNow Imogene’s only home is MastersAn eye playing spy held me togetherWhen I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tetherWe’re joined by the past like twin souls … tetherWe’re joined by the past like twin souls in hellInnocent angels molested, and fellI escaped it, but need to go back.To love the man with his face painted black.The…
A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty showThrough the pane of pain, the master clown did blowThe circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhymeWhere I forged my chains, creating this pantomimePretending to be normal, I wait until after darkThen I paint the frown on, get a whore from the parkAt the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chestShe watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from … chestShe watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from restShe dances for the maniac, twirling on her stringsI will make her mine, sharing damaged…