Raw by Belle Aurora

TEN FUCKING HEARTBREAKING FUCKING STARS

>> A lot of cuss words are coming so shut your impressionable eyes if you get offended by it <<

~I’m writing these lines as I just put down this book and I am still crying like a little bitch~ 


Did I know what this book was a bout before picking it up? Yes.
Did reviews warned me about some heart-break part? Yes.
Was I warned it was fucking RAW? YES.
Did I, knowing am a tender soul with a sensible heart stopped myself from reading it? I tried. 
Did I believe it was going to be that bad? NO.
Did I listen to the warnings? NO!
Do I regret it? 
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ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOT


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“There’s something about Twitch.
He’s just…raw.
Everything about him is raw. And gritty. And unbound.
He’s a raging fire. And I’m a fragile moth fluttering into the flame.

Sooner or later, I’m going to get burned. I know this.

Will I even survive the heat?”


STORY:

It starts creepily. Really creepily, but you’ll get over that fast enough. Later is all about Lexi wanting him with all her might..

Twitch
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“What you want me to be…I can’t ever be. It’s not me.” My face turns cold. “I’m the villain in this story.”


Now see, this for me, is the story of how a sort of Sociopath is irrevocablyobsessed-consumed-inlove-inlust with a woman and stalks her. 
And how said woman knows about it, and likes it. 
A story about how she falls in love with him, and how in his own way, he’s deadly in love too. 
A story of love gone wrong


He’s BAD. Simple as that. In every sense of the word, don’t get hopeful. He’s bad in the “he can kill you and smile while washing his hands off your blood” sense. Bad. 
But Oh, So, Fucking, GOOD to/with Lexi.. 
Or at least he tries. At times reluctantly, at times consciously, always heartwarmingly..

She, she’s the epitome of a Good Girl. not that I’m stereotyping her. But, really, she is. A goody-goody. A save-the-kids, end world hunger and universalize single handedly world peace; kind of Gal.
But still she wasn’t a pushover. She wanted Twitch so she did what she needed to do to get him. She demeaned herself some, as much as she lashed out the truth to his face, but mostly she tried and gave it all to him.
I liked her. 
She wanted to save him? Just have him? Just love him? Just understand him?
I don’t think it matters. 


She’s in fucking love with her meanassed Stalker.
The same one who can be so torturously wonderful as he can be a terrifying monster.
The one who won’t let her go.

Not that she minded, she was all in, in that crazy dynamic.. And I was right there with her wanting him.

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Except this is NOT a Happy Love Story.


There is constant heartache

  I don't feel alright,in spite of 
these comforting sounds you make.
I don't feel alright because
you make promises that you break.




You have a guy that’s just broken, damaged without repair
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A woman set out by herself for heartbreak
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But a LOVE STORY NONETHELESS

“Love is love. It don’t discriminate. And it sure as fuck don’t wait ‘til you’re ready for it.” Twitch 


HOT Factor you may be wondering?
“Number three, you’re so fucking hot when you get worked up that I would really like for you to suck my cock. And when I say I would really like that, I mean suck my cock, Lexi. Now.” 

Yeah, that’s Twitch. The things they’re into I wasn’t into until I started picturing them with him. 



And so I started getting comfy in between the dysfunction..
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But THEN I just knew
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I knew it was coming..
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And so everything started breaking!
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Not that it was easy before but on those last pages, I realized
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Just 

Ok

The FEELS

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~I’m now just pouting every 30 seconds by this point, if you were wondering ~


But the truth is, this book is worth it.. I can’t really pinpoint something, is just .. is the most bittersweet feeling… ever to be had while finishing a book.. You are inmensly sad and angry and done with life and love and puppies, but at the same time IT WAS FUCKING WORTH IT. 
- That being said by someone who ONLY believes in HEAs, so take that in mind.. 
So, so worth it!!

Because the “ending”, is just not what you’re expecting…

READ THIS FUCKING BOOK. RIGH NOW. 
BUT BE PREPARED.

TEN FUCKING HEARTBREAKING FUCKING STARS

 

Venezuela, el país de los políticos imbéciles

Muy Buenos días a quienes pueden tenerlo a sabiendas de que en la calle están asesinando a sus hermanos venezolanos.

Yo personalmente soy persona de ser o muy concreta o muy extensa, y en este momento de tanta parafrasearía considero oportuno ir al grano y tocar un punto clave que se continúa obviando en estas conferencias de “diálogo” (les cuento que dar charlas y monólogos, no es diálogo). En fin…

Esta carta abierta va dirigida a los politicoides que presiden mi país. Presidente, ministros, gobernadores, alcaldes y demás burócratas cuya administración continúa faltándole el respeto a su gente con sus gestiones sumamente deficientes.

Quiero aclararles a los sentados cómodamente que vemos en tv nacional “debatir” aspectos muy graves, con una seriedad que raya en burla por parecer más actuación que sentimiento o por ser muy cómodas en término y muy etéreas en profundidad; unas cuantas cositas. Les explico políticos, ustedes no son Venezuela, ustedes son un grupo pequeño de asalariados a quienes les corresponde velar por que las exigencias de más de 29 millones de habitantes sean cubiertas. A nosotros, ustedes y sus desacuerdos retórico-idealistas no nos importan, pero a ustedes por deber y honor al cargo tiene que importarles en primera instancia nuestras necesidades y comodidades.

Sentarse bien tranquilos a hablar de “los problemas” es muy fácil con aire acondicionado y la seguridad de un sueldo quince y último. Ustedes con su necesidad de ser vistos y reconocidos, de ser protagonistas de novela y no mandatarios respetables, convirtieron un problema muy delicado, trascendental y urgente en una pelea de egos y carteras. Parece importar más quién tiene mayor material para hundir al otro, que resolver los problemas que nos atañen. O peor, sentarse con la cara bien lavada a decir que “todo está bien” cuando tu gente no sale sola después de las 7pm ni a la panadería por miedo a que los maten. El “diálogo” no es entre corbatudos en una sala cerrada, el diálogo se hace en la calle, porque es en la calle que pasamos el día a día, y somos la gente en la calle quienes los escogimos y a quienes ustedes se deben, no al revés.

En este punto mi crítica es para los dos bandos, sí, indudablemente andan jugando al yo-yo con la vida de millones de venezolanos desesperados por soluciones y no por seguir escuchando más y más problemas. Pero primordialmente en este punto responsabilizo categóricamente al gobierno de la República Bolivariana de Venezuela, en su vasta mayoría “rojito” por escogencia propia, defensores incansables y fanáticos del difunto ex presidente Hugo Chávez. Ustedes con su famosa mayoría en la Asamblea y mayoría histórica por más de 13 años en ejercicio, han traído al país en donde está ahora. Las responsabilidades de todo lo que las personas de a pie no tenemos control, fue, es y sigue siendo suya. Sus discursos redundantes donde constantemente se omiten realidades son una vergüenza pública para millones dentro y fuera del país. Su constante ansia por responsabilizar a cualquiera hace 20 años o en otro planeta, con tal de nunca asumir las culpas propias, es una falta de honor humillante para quienes en ustedes han depositado su confianza.

Y por cierto, sincerarse no es sino la mitad del primer paso, nadie come ni se cura con la admisión pública de una falta. En nuestros hospitales no hay ni gasa, en muchas casas falta el pan, y ustedes bien vestidos y cepilladitos, bien comidos y descansados, parecen haberse olvidado en sus “diálogos” de incluirnos a los que somos real mayoría y sin embargo no tenemos voz, y por sobretodo, se han olvidado de tratar y resolver los problemas reales del venezolano de a pie. Por cierto, de a pie, no “pata en el suelo”, señor Nicolás Maduro; los venezolanos vestidos del color que sea y hablando machucado o siseando, todos nos paramos bien tempranito, golpe de 5 ’e la mañana y pateamos calle duro para echar pa’ lante, compadre, porque mientras ustedes parecen ingeniárselas para ponérnosla cada vez más difícil, uno sigue buscando maneras de rebuscarse.

 Esta no es una rivalidad de taxistas contra buhoneros, de cocineros contra maestros o de obreros contra gerentes, esta es una lucha del pueblo contra sus dirigentes, contra un gobierno que hace lo que critica, que no hace lo que promete, que se olvida y no reconoce, que no resuelve sino que causa más problemas.

Y a la dirigencia opositora se le olvidó esto. Los políticos opositores, relajados o amenazados, cobardes o arriesgados, siguen retozando en el juego de los yo-yos y no están luchando ni por todos por igual ni por su gente ni por nadie más que no sea los que le convienen en el momento. Uno se siente desamparado. Como que quienes nos lideran son guate-mala y guate-peor, como que toditos ustedes cenan asado en casa de Diosdado y en público van y juegan a mirarse feo. Y no es más que responsabilidad de ustedes mismos, por Dios, basta de lloriqueos. Si usted critica la hipocresía no sea hipócrita, si critica la corrupción no sea corrupto, y si critica la maldad no ignore a los muchachos que confiados en su apoyo salieron a protestar cívicamente y fueron asesinados por bandos no identificados por la justicia venezolana (así como los más de 24 mil matados en 2013) o fueron arrestados con maltratos por parte de funcionarios del Estado. ¿A qué le van los dirigentes de los opositores? ¿Qué quieren lograr? ¿Por quienes luchan ustedes? ¿Son en verdad dignos de representar a un bando tan dilatado pero segmentado? ¿O son ustedes otro tipo de rojitos en busca del poder y el re-nombre sin ganas de asumir responsabilidades y renuentes a pagar penalizaciones por sus faltas?

“Venezuela, el país de lo posible” dicho en el tono más lóbrego. “Estás en Venezuela, haz lo que te dé la gana” dicho del modo más mordaz. ¡BASTA! Estamos hastiados de que nuestro país sea una burla, de que nuestras madres tengan que decir llorosas “al menos no me lo mataron” o el terrible “nadie sabe qué pasó con mi hijo”. No ganamos ni la mitad de lo que sale un buen mercado, y si uno se pone a buscar las cosas que no hay y hacer esas colas pierde uno o dos días de trabajo. No es justo. Parece casi hasta irreal cuando uno se pone a echar cuentos de lo que nos pasa cada día en las ciudades y pueblos de este país, una vez sumamente hermoso. Hoy no sabría decirles qué tan hermoso está mi país, porque se nos dañó el carro y no conseguimos repuestos o sale demasiado caro;  si me voy en bus nos puede pasar como a mi tía a quienes en la vía a Mérida los desvalijaron a todos los pasajeros; porque cuando fui a la playa con mi novio presenciamos mataron a un chamo y los policías cerca no hicieron nada; porque la última vez que fui a lo Medanos le abrieron el carro a mi primo y le llevaron todo; porque en Venezuela solían sobrar las historias de luchadores que logran vivir mejor pero hoy en día todos los cuentos son para echarse a llorar por el desasosiego, a menos que sean los cuentos de esos allegados que uno sabe que están robando y tiene sus buenas camionetas y casita en Tucacas. ¿A dónde va parar nuestro país si sus habitantes continúan dejando la moral en la puerta de casa con la excusa de que “necesitan comer”?

Estamos cansados de ser presididos por imbéciles, mentirosos y cara lavada, por cómodos propagadores de la descomposición socio-cultural, por yo-istas ineficientes, retóricos balurdos; y sobre todo, estamos hastiados y asqueados de seguir siendo presididos por personas que son capaces de sentarse de manera muy oportuna a “debatir” mientras en gestión se sigue haciendo lo mismo y peor. Porque nuestros políticos se encargan de quebrar aún más nuestra débil cultura y principios, mientras uno sufre para dormirse con la conciencia pesada y aún los bolsillos vacíos.

Problema multi-causal, poli-consecuencial, arraigado en la historia, llámelo como lo quiera llamar, el punto es que hay un problema y en estos “debates” no se está solucionando nada. El hampa sigue trabajando 24/7, el sueldo cada quince alcanza para menos, las medicinas me están costando un ojo de la cara y en el colegio le quieren enseñar a mi chamo que la maldad es justificada si tu nombre es Ernesto Guevara.

 

Elianne Ferrer.

At Peace by Kristen Ashley

It’ll be really hard to write a review of this book since it’s one of my favorite love stories ever, so I’ll just mostly tell you a bit about what it did to me. Lets see.

I’ll start with admitting I have it on my cellphone and every once in a while (actually, often) I’d find my self re-reading bits of it, my favorite ones and discovering new ones I love, or ones I didn’t remember and then I end up reading the whole thing again because it is completely worth reading a bunch of times. That, being said by someone who doesn’t re-read books even twice.

We have this long complicated, page turner, sleep depraving story. Vi has a stalker and since he killed her husband now she’s living in the ‘Burg with her two daughters. She is the neighbor of all things hot Joe Callahan (who is part huge, part hot, part super hot, part Italian, part broken). She gets on and off, and hot on and hot off again with him. Has cool people like Feb and Colt living down the street. Also she has a fling with sexy, sweet Mike. Her stalker keeps lurking around all through it. Her brother was an instant fall hard for me too. And a bunch and hundred other things that happen in this book. But mostly, for me, is about Joe falling for Vi and getting inside her, Kate and Keiry’s lives.

I am, to this day, madly in love with Joe Callahan. He is the epitome of alpha, embodiment of every sexual fantasy I’ve had, and he is essentially everything I wish for in a man. In fact I get utterly frustrated now when I read books and the heroes are often too much of a pussy (pardon my french). Yes, he is mostly a douchebag for half the book or so, but he had good reasons and he actually really felt deep for her. For me, it was easy to love him from the star despite his jerkness because KA gave us his POV and I got him, I really did even if I didn’t agree with how he acted.

Vi, well I can’t say I agree with many decisions she made, but I kinda got her and she was straight forward all along so I let most of them fly. Her kids, wow, made me want to have sisters. Joe, I love you. Bea and her husband, super sweet. Their story of Tim and Vi younger and building a family with their support brought tears to my eyes (well, most o this book did that to me, but just saying).

I don’t know what else can I say about this book. It is profoundly emotional, it wraps you tight around the characters and their lives, to a point where you feel like you are somehow a part of it too. It had many, many ups and downs. Sweet moments, sad ones, laugh at loud and want-to-moan-at-loud ones (ups), some where you want to rip people head’s off, and not one single page is boring or skippable. It is a contemporary romance book masterpiece.

A book that set unconscious standards for me, and now makes me struggle to like another love story.

If I could give it ten stars I would. LOVED IT!

From Rags by Suzanne Wright

OMG what a greeat read! I absolutely loved it!

This book is pretty much everything the description tells you it is, a hot funny romance between Jaxx, such a strong heroine I think I wanna be her, and Connor, such a clueless alpha male I indeed want him for myself. 

Jaxx and Connor lived together on foster care 8 years ago, she loved him and she was pretty much everything to him, but then he had to leave when his 16 birthday came along and life went awfully different for the two. When Connor left, he became a F1 driver, but 2 years later when Jaxx did, after filling a full bag of crap that happened to her, she still lived in the lowest areas of London. But things changed, she became a model and soon their reunion made their senses explode. It all goes on between being fuck buddies to becoming friends again. Or somewhat that.

Jaxx is probably one of my favorite h ever! She is strong in every sense of the word and yet she has this sweet side to her, she has a foul mouth but what an honest and funny one it is, she does not take crap from any one and is so down to earth is a bath of fresh air.
Connor, is the classic rich playboy, a straight forward commitment phobe, but oh what a loveable character he is! Of course the only girl that gets to him is Jaxx, precisely the only one who asks him to “sod off” repeatedly.

He has been possessive towards her since they were teenagers, but things had changed and Jaxx doesn’t want him in her life, so they had to work with the other’s apprehensions. I loved the honesty of both Connor and Jaxx! They both say to each other what they want and what they won’t give. They fight, they make up, they want each other, they crave the other, but Connor refuses to settle down and Jaxx refuses to fall for him, again, and get hurt, again. 
But well, they get together, things steam up, an ex girlfriend enters the picture, a stalker gets involved, and the great second characters make it all more fantastic!

I really don’t want to spoil the book, so the only thing you should know is that it’s a more than worthy read full of sparks, funny moments, sad memories, struggles, and love; a light book with deepness to it.
A total 5 stars for me, but then again, I’m a sucker for this kind of books 

<3

Good by S. Walden

4/5 starts for me.

I know. I really know I shouldn’t give it four stars but let me explain myself.

I only read one review before going in, it dissed the whole book as being completely inappropiate, and I have to agree. Starting this book I was even like “ok, let’s just mark this as cnf” but I kept at it, and well,
It ended up being the right kind of inappropiate.

See, this is the kind of book you shouldn’t read when you are young but would love if you did; the kind you can read when your older but will hate because, well, you know better.

Let me tell you I’m really open minded; even so, I still can’t grap my head around 30something men with ten year old girls only two centuries ago, though. I’m BIG (huge) against Pedophilia, mostly because I don’t think such young children have the maturity to decide if they are in fact willing to commit emotionally and sexually to other people, especially older, more experienced ones; and those old people who try are taking advantage. Simple as that.

Even so, also, this is one of the most recurent fantasies among society, believe it or not. Being with older men or women and in some cases, being with younger girls or boys. (Second one, yuck, JS! NONONONO.) But moving on.

Now, this story will make you question such facts so don’t go all prude on me. It is not the kind of book that will rip your soul apart or make you major in psychology just from how deep it was. It is not. But some way or another it’ll make you question yourself “do you think this is appropiate” , “is what he’s doing so wrong?” , “is she a victim or is she mature enough to decide for herself?” et cetera.

You should def not read it if your moral code is too uptight, just warning you. It isn’t as explicit as an erotic novel, but there is sex and there is a relationship between a 28 year old guy and a 17 year old girl going on through the whole book. So, if you gonna puke or sue, don’t read it.

Now, for those of you who don’t mind, or are trying to understand this sort of beheavior, hell, maybe you just wanna see if it is even so wrong in this case, then definitely buy the book. I was the last two, and I was not disappointed.

I wasn’t a fan at first, but along the way I made a few decission you should know about, maybe they’ll help you understand why the 4 stars:

First: I was gonna do something that’s hard for me since I invest myself a lot emotionally in my readings, but I was gonna try and view this in the most literature-listic-ly way possible..
Secondly: I tried to zone in to my fifteen year old – twilight lover – self, and channel in my hot professor – in high school- fantasies (it was hard, I had none growing up and was always disgusted by them because well they were all really old and yuck. But I push through)
And Thirdly and most importantly: Really early, with my deep respects for the author, I realized this guy was so totally not 28. I mean, when you read it you’ll notice. He’s like a centered and professional and slightly urban-geeky 22 year old. One who is so totally made up by a mind the likes of a fifteen-twilight-lover year old, it just eliminated all kind of fear of him being a threat for me.
So I was cool with it.
Yeah, is not ideal. She was a minor, and in the eyes of many of you that automatially makes it wrong, but c’mmon, were you ever seventeen? Exactly.

So I was okey with it. I mean, yeah she was a bit (lot) of an easy mark because she was vulnerable and in deep need of love and attention. Do I think it was bad of him giving it to her? Read the story and you tell me. Do I think at some points he did use the experience advantge to push her? Read the story, and you tell me. Do I think overall because of the way the story was made out to be they just worked? Please read the story and let me know.

Anyways, I’m on to the next one, please don’t puke or sue me.

 

You can find this review on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/597550997?type=review#rating_23431977

Harta. Una vez más.

Hoy me dijeron, ante mi acusación de que hubo más de 24 mil asesinatos en 2013 en Venezuela y el margen de impunidad es casi 100%, que, y cito: “El gobierno hace lo que puede” 
Bien. 
Cuando tu mamá llore que te mataron por robarte, y que la poli le dijo que ellos “no pueden hacer nada”, por favor, asegúrate de dejar a alguien que le diga a tu mamá, a tus hermanos, a tu papá y a tu pareja, que “El Gobierno hace lo que puede”.

Me llenan de demasiado atraso espiritual, fanáticos gaznápiros, culpables de la situación por su apoyo irracional a tanto mal. 
¿Hasta cuándo tanta ignorancia voluntaria?
Harta. Estoy demasiado hastiada de tanta gente empeñada en un sistema que solo trae desgracias, y que de paso uno tenga que ser espectador en primera fila del tren estrellándose.

¿Uno que hace? Intenta tomarlo “rela”, y salir a delante, ayudar en lo que se pueda. Pero viene gente, y digo gente porque no tengo otro término para describir a seres subnormales sin un ápice notable de humanidad, que me pintan un país que NO VEO cuando el motorizado se está pasando la pistola de un lado del jean al otro con el policía viéndolo desde el carro de al lado. Que NO VEO cuando en el Hospital los de emergencia están en el piso con cartón de cama y su misero sueldo de apoyo para comprar por sí mismo los medicamentos. Que NO VEO cuando la señora del supermercado con sus dos bebés en el coche quería comprar 4 leches y no la dejaron. Que NO VEO cuando escucho hablar al imbécil bigotudo que preside mi país, quien me dice que los mismos tipos que me han matado gente garantizan la paz de la nación.

Mámense una caravana de espárragos.

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I’ve cried a million tears

I've cried a million tears

This a quote from a song by Brandon Flowers called Jacksonville.
It has always stuck with me because of how true it is.

Last night a friend of mine made me cry. And shortly after I remembered a time not so long ago when I hurt him.
karma, maybe.

But the truth is, life’s a circle and as we are not exempt from hurting, we are also not exempt from hurting others.

Be careful, be mindful, be loving.