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Do you constantly feel sick and tired of being a puppet to your emotions? Often get envious of other people that live good happy lives? Or maybe you’re just looking for that new outlook on life, but just simply can’t find the answers anywhere? Stoic philosophy actually allows us to embrace our negative and detrimental emotions, and turn them into positive peaceful thoughts, thus giving us a whole new perspective on life.

Life doesn’t prepare you for this type of shit. The mother of my children is dead and now I’m on my way back to Tallahassee. I told my sons what happened, but my daughter’s another story. She’s so young, so innocent, and I don’t want to rip her heart open, but I can't lie to her.

She deceived all of us, but I still crave for her to be mine. Every waking moment that I’ve been part of the Skulls Renegade MC I could tell she was holding back something. What I didn’t realize is how much she was. Jenna isn’t the woman that any of us thought her to be. She’s a completely fabricated lie. I shouldn’t want her because of the deception she brought upon us. Her and I are both so similar, two people who have been through the darkest life has had to offer. But our pasts didn’t break us, they fueled us.

Who would've known what I'd find in that fucking basement. More importantly, who knew what I was gonna do. It felt natural, to take off my cut and place it over her shoulders. She'd been exposed for god knows how long, and all I could think is that I didn't want another man's eyes raking over her body. In putting my cut over her, I was claiming her as mine. Alexa may not know it, but she's my lost little lamb and I won't let anyone harm her ever again.

We only lived in peace for a month before the Culebra cartel sent us a message: they wanted revenge for what we did to Roque. We killed him, and in doing so, we thought the cartel would fall. Little did we know the cartel didn’t die with Roque, instead someone else claimed his power. Now we’re dealing with an enemy we don’t even know.

Our club has been knocking down one enemy after the next, and soon enough, we might be able to finally live in peace. At least, that’s what we’re all hoping for. I, on the other hand, know that any peace we have will be short-lived. There’s always someone else lurking around the corner, waiting to cause problems. The club is hunting Roque down like the rabid dog he is, and after that, Dag asks for help tracking down his abusive former stepfather.

At a club barbeque we were shot up by enemies. I was with our VP's daughter and covered her body to shield her from the gunfire. Thankfully, she was spared from the bullets, but I wasn't as lucky. I could barely breathe and blood was effortlessly flowing out of my body. The club kept me alert until the paramedics got there, and the woman in the back kept me awake. She told me things and was kind. I knew in that moment I wanted to see her again, but now it's months later and I think I've lost out on my chance of finding her again.

There’s nothing that shouldn’t have ruined us. She works for the FBI, and I’m the president of the Skulls Renegade MC. Her job was to take us down...to ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. She came into my life as a lie, and has stayed here as...what exactly? I know that I can’t let her go, but how can I trust her now? How am I supposed to trust anything she says?

I've never been the type of man to seek my father's approval, especially when it comes to women. Now though, all I want for him is to accept her into our family - into our club. Ivy has a jaded past, even moreso now than before. She may be his arch nemesis' daughter, but she's my girl and he needs to remember that. This isn't any Romeo or Juliet bullshit. This is a fight of good versus evil and Ivy sure as fuck isn't evil. The words written into her flesh prove that.

My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust...but I didn't. I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass - the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while. The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. I'm a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I'd gamble with. Her.

Murder on Sunset Strip is the second book in a compelling series of true crime short stories for listeners who don't have time for a full-length novel. The story of Carol Bundy and Doug Clark examines the chilling account of the serial-killing duo whose deadly rampage began in 1980 on LA's sunset strip.

Edge of Madness - The Story of Joseph Kallinger is the fourth book in a compelling series of true crime short stories for people who don't have time to listen to a full-length novel. This audiobook examines the horrifying account of a knife-wielding shoemaker who kills under the command of Charlie, a floating head.

Edmund Emil Kemper III achieved notoriety as a serial killer when he took the lives of 10 people between August 27, 1964, and April 21, 1973. His victims included his adoptive grandparents, six co-eds from the University of Santa Cruz, his mother, and his mother's friend. This book explored the life of Kemper from his abusive childhood to his sentencing in November 1973. The horror of Kemper's actions go beyond the killing of his victims; it was what he did with his victims' bodies after killing them.

Whether you are looking to facilitate your visit to Japan, make Japanese friends, enjoy manga and anime, or simply increase your knowledge of the language, this book is the resource for you. Don’t look any further. We’ve got what you need, right here! In fact, we’re ready to turn you into a Japanese speaker. Are you ready to become one?

She only came into our lives on a whim because we outsmarted the woman who was trying to double cross us. While I hated Sakura at first her actions have proven she’s not only as loyal as they come, but has undeniable honor. Now all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay, that we’ll survive the battle with her family. But will we? Sakura isn’t just any gorgeous Japanese woman. She’s Sakura Kobayashi, daughter of the Yakuza and her father has put a bounty on her head.

Like every man, I had a type. Except Indra was the total opposite of that. She was exactly what I needed. But with her came an ultimatum I never expected. I was forced to choose between my family and her.

They say when you know, you know. The only thing I knew the second I met her was that she was crazier than I was, and that made me crave her even more. Only, things never work out the way you think they will. She was hiding shit from me but more than that, she was hiding something from the club. After her betrayal I swore I wouldn't love again, but just as I swore off women someone else came into the picture. A breathtaking vixen that was sure to change my mind.

My brothers have been on me for ages about being with Esperanza, the club’s lawyer, but I always wrote it off. I always told myself I shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, and that we wouldn’t be a good match. I figured we were cut from the same cloth and it would be a disaster . . . that is, until I crossed a line with her one fateful night. I was weak and alcohol was swarming through our veins. Love was in the air, and I guess we both didn’t want to be alone. It was circumstantial that we even ended up in her bed in the first place, but after that first time, I wanted more.

Being a Nomad, I always thought it was best for my boy to be with his momma. I was constantly on the road and it wasn't the place for a kid. Sure, I wanted him with me as much as possible, but constantly moving isn't the type of life I wanted for him. Now, things have changed and I'm not ridin' around the States as much as I used to. Sure, I still go out, but we have a satellite club in Tallahassee. When my son begged for me to let him move in with me . . . I knew something happened, but when he told me, I saw red.

The one thing I love about my life is that when I go through shit, I'm not alone. The club's always got my back. I've been seeing Vail for a while now and when a series of old photographs are brought to light, Vail almost leaves. I almost lost the best thing in my damn life. While things might've been fine, I wasn't going to simply let it go.