[!! THIS IS AN OLD STORY THAT IS NO LONGER AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF ME, BUT TAKING IT DOWN WOULD BE LIKE ERASING THE FACT THAT I WAS EVER LIKE THIS. THEREFORE, I WILL NOT CENSOR MY PAST.] Hey friends that like to bitch about things that annoy you in the world, how are you doing? So this book is basically going to be full of my opinions and stuff, things that are on my mind... The works. So yeah. It's going to probably start a lot of arguments in the comments and I encourage it! Go ahead! I want to see a debate and stuff... Just no trolls or haters because you losers can go sit in a corner and re-evaluate your life.

It all started with a letter. A letter that brought them to a mansion. A mansion that then trapped them inside with a monster. A monster known as the EnderOni. Now 13 unlucky minecrafters are trapped inside the EnderOni's mansion, forced to solve puzzles and fight battles to even keep alive, let alone escape. But it doesn't stop there. One of those minecrafters already knows how it ends. He's seen it all before in the previous loop, and he'll see it all again in the next. Never once in any of the loops has he gotten close to freedom. But maybe that can change. Maybe, after learning from all his mistakes, he can finally outsmart the EnderOni.

This is my first story btw :D It's a countdown to my final hours. It wasn't very pleasant, as I thought it would have been. I thought I would die of some disease or age. Nope, I died when I didn't want to. No one saved me. This is my story of the lockdown.

Team Crafted celebrates Phat and Olivia's birthday with a party and scavenger hunt throughout town. When Olivia's taken as a slave and sent to Africa, she must fight to remain alive in the Congo. Matters only become more unbearable when Olivia finds a baby. Will she survive the dangers and diseases of her new life? Will she ever see Phat or Adam again? Will being The Snow Girl help her remain ALIVE in this vast world? Or will she die trying.

A ghost boy by the name of Seto has been confound to the hospital room he died in, when a new patient by the name of Ty is ill in the same room, he wants to save him, maybe even save himself.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."