Lord of the Flies Fanfiction One had the green eyes of emeralds and spoke like an angel. The other had the skin soft as snow and hair as red as hell. She loved them both with all her heart but she could only chose one.

Lizzie wasn't prepared to crash onto an uninhabited island at the young age of thirteen, but she was even more unprepared for every event that occurred afterward. As the boys grew more and more savage, she grew more and more insane with so many different feelings. She could feel herself falling for more than one boy, but should boyfriends be the most of her worries as everyone is thrusted into insanity? *Editing in progress*

She's the younger sister of a boy named Jack, and he's protecting you from the danger if being on a remote island with many boys, since she's the only girl. However, only one boy is catching her attention, but he's becoming more savage with every passing day. Does she care? ....No....

I'm wayyyy to obessed with this book and Jack Merridew himself so here's to my fellow obsessive neurodivergent english over math kids!

The boys get stranded on an abandoned island. With no grown-ups, the boys try to work out a plan, but Piggy's sister appeared and she was beautiful. The setting and various events and characters except for Violet, do not belong to me. They are part of Sir William Golding's Lord of The Flies. All credit and inspirations go to yours truly and @lightmoon_love. i was inspired by the 1990 something movie. :)

Based on the William Golding's award winning novel of Lord Of The Flies, situations take a turn when one girl gets stranded on the island along with 20 boys. Will innocence still remain within all their hearts? Or will it take a dark and twisted turn? Will love pave it's way ? Read more to find out!

Should I make this? Oh well I love lord of the flies, if you do as well, here are some imagines. I've never had a boyfriend or anything but I still hope you'll like it (Currently trying to add pictures.. lol)

꧁𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀꧂ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁:𝟯𝗿𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱: - 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: - 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁: 𝗦𝗶𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 + 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 ;) ☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎

"You would be a much better chief than him!"

"Don't touch me," I stared into his dark and intense eyes. They hold a rich, inky darkness that catches the light only at the edges. So dark that they're almost black - shadowy and mysterious - but upon closer inspection, they reveal layers of warm brown hidden beneath. "Is that a threat?" A subtle curve tugged at the corner of his mouth, not quite a smile. His eyes glinted with amusement. He took a step to close the distance between us. "No, it's a warning." My voice sliced through the growing tension, like a scalpel: clean and exact. I wasn't going to play his games, at least not as a willing participant.