[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

In which Roland finds himself lost after a breakup begins to despise himself and his prosthetic arm that really can't do shit. But that's where Ivy comes in as the new girl and she attempts to teach Roland that his prosthetic isn't as mechanical as his heart.

جثى على كلتا قدميه و رفع عينيه اللتان يفيض منها الحب نحوها ثم قال بنبرة حنون : آيات تعلمين بأني لا اجيد التصرف برومانسية إلا اني ساحاول... آيات منذ إقتحامك لحياتي و انت لا تكفين على شقلبة كياني و تغييري حتى انني صرت اجهل نفسي عند تواجدي الى جانبك، لقد دمرت غروري و جبروتي و زرعت البسمة على وجهي من جديد.. آيات انا احبك، لا بل اعشقك ومن اول مرة تلاقت فيها اعيننا..اعشقك عندما تضحكين ، اعشقك عندما تغضبين ، اعشقك بكل تفاصيلك ،.. صمت قليلا ثم واصل : آيات هل تقبلين الزواج بي؟؟ فرت الدموع من عينيها و قالت بنبرة منكسرة : لا استطيع.. عقد حاجبيه و قال: لماذا؟؟ مسحت الدموع من عينيها و قالت بتردد : انا... انا.. شكر خاص لمصممة الغلاف إلهام @lethart #KOW

"She has multicolored eyes." "That's it? You need to be more specific." "I don't. She's the only human in Gaza who has those pair of eyes. You can see those glowing eyes from a few meters away. She'll bring us a lot of money." "Are you sure?" He smirked. "Positive." © classysister 2016

She didn't know that she would die that day when she left her home in the morning. He had no idea what made him stop to look why there was a crowd, gathered on the beach. All he knew was, if he didn't make it to the academy in time, he was going to end up in big trouble.

A short story about a girl who gave a face to bravery itself and her curious psychologist who tried to figure a mystery that she was.

growing up in the ghetto..is a life or death scenario.dealing with robbery,murder,drugs , prostitution and gangs is the way of the hood!read..as one young realist ,trys his best to escape the on going cycle of his own dangerous block neighborhood ,5TH WARD!

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

This story is about Amira and how she fell in love with Amir. This is one adventurous and dramatic story. They will love each other through quests in adventure trips. They will develop patience, trust and sacrifice for one another. Take a trip of your own through their journey of love. Also to the readers it is my first book and sorry if is rubbish.