Spolupráce: @LiaFee & @WhiteRaven_ Napůl holka, napůl robot. A kluk, který je fascinovaný vědou. A taky je fascinován jí. Serafine. Caleb Blue, nadějný student vědecko-technické střední školy, se po výhře v soutěži o nejzajímavější experiment ocitá ve velkém laboratorním středisku, kde svůj pokus o vytvoření umělého člověka může zrealizovat. Ale Serafine se vzbudí dřív a místo dokonalého robota s několika lidskými vlastnostmi má Caleb před sebou holku ve svém věku, která má ve spoustě věcí chaos. Serafine se snaží porozumět světu kolem sebe, ale všechno je složitější, než se na první pohled zdálo. Kdo vlastně je? Alespoň částečně člověk, nebo jen Calebův výtvor, poskládaný z lidských a elektronických částí? Cover: @lucy31415 Nejlepší umístění: #2 ve Sci-fi (29. 2. 16) #3 v Sci-Fi (12. 11. 15)

Soubor všech druhů povídek, které vás provedou různorodými světy, seznámí s mnoha realitami a spojí s ještě více charaktery. Tak odložte všechny své starosti, jen na vteřinku, a usaďte se v mé Čajovně.

Jmenuje se Hannah Breaková a zná jí celé město jako největší smolařku. Čeho se dotkne, to se s největší pravděpodobností rozbije. Zlomené kosti a rozbité sklo jsou u ní téměř zvykem. Nedokáže jí nic dalšího překvapit. Teda to si myslela jen do té doby než se objevil Alex. Mladík, odhodlaný přesvědčit Hannu o jejím štěstí.

Charlie získá jednoho dne superschopnost - pohledem do očí lidí vidí jejich budoucnost. Netuší odkud tuto schopnost má, a snaží se zjistit proč je jí obdarována zrovna ona, zatímco je podrobená nástrahám studiu na umělecké škole. Vše se zamotá ještě více, když se objeví kluk, se kterým se jí neustále střetává cesta a když jednoho dne pohlédne do svých vlastních očí skrz zrcadlo. Dílo do Open Novella Contest 2021 1. 2. 2021 - ???

Excerpt: "You fucking bastard!" I yelled, smacking him across the face, hard. He shot upright, his eyes glowing black. I flinched, staring at them in shock before remembering how livid I was. "You undressed me?" I screamed. Michel growled, a noise that almost didn't even sound human. I didn't let it scare me, refusing to back down. "You took my clothes off! Did you try anything? I swear to god--" I had been poking him in the chest, and suddenly, he grabbed my hand. His eyes were no longer black, but they were still dark. "I didn't touch you," he growled lowly. "Cynthia took your clothes off because she thought you'd be uncomfortable. I put you into bed. No one laid a hand on you otherwise." I stared down at my camisole and boy shorts. "Cynthia...?" "The woman who brought you up here," he snapped. ...well, shit. I crossed my arms and huffed angrily. "Ok, well...how do I know you didn't try anything?" He shook his head. "Don't you think you would have woken up?" I glared at him. Good point... With nothing to say, I settled for, "Why are you sleeping in the same bed as me?" He appeared confused. "This is my bed." "Well, I don't wanna sleep with you," I hissed. "I barely know you!" Michel looked so tired as he put his head in his hands, for a minute, I almost felt bad. Then I remembered he kinda signed up for this when he kidnapped me. Sucks to suck. *** Summary: Jem is a sarcastic 23 year-old human with a dirty mouth and a dark secret. Michel is an Alpha wolf looking for his mate. When Michel finds out Jem is his mate, he kidnaps her and introduces her to the world of werewolves. But can these two really find true love, with the threat of a rogue war and Jem's dark past finally catching up to her? One thing is for certain: it'll be interesting watching them try. *WARNING: Contains language!*

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms. ~~~~ He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when inoccence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her. He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing. 'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise. ~~~~ "I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika". -Agustin DeLuca.