I had always had a way with words. As corny as it may sound I don't know, I had always loved the way words swayed themselves to match perfectly with each other. Authors created words that made worlds which seemed to drag you in as you read. So it wasn't hard knowing what to say and when. With age -though I was never thought to put words on paper and make them my own- I learned how to drag people along by saying the right thing. This was how I got what I what I wanted, most of the time anyway. So yes. You can defiantly say that I had a way with my words. The way Mason, however, spoke his words were different. He spoke the truth and gave his opinion and in no way did his words pull me in. Instead they drew me close and held me tight and made me warm. Like a safety blanket I grew to need him. His words were like the way a mother held her new born baby, safe and close.

What would you do if you only had three secounds left to live? Would you put up a fight and give all you had left? Or would you simply just give up and let death consume you? With every battle someone has to win but what would you dicide if you don't know whos side to choose, even if it was your own life you'd be giving up? No one will know what they will decide until it hits you head on, in the face with a slim time period to decide between life and death. What would you do if the person behind the knife was your mate or your own father? If the person who was never sopposed to harm you wanted to kill you, what would you do? Depending on what happened before this, will depend on if you still have will power to stand up against your greatest fear and love.

This is everything opposite of a normal dream. Dreams are commonly percieved as happy but most people forget that dreams can have a creepy side but not be considered a nightmare.

(Trailer available in the external link.) A twisted fairytale: How far would you go to get your perfect fairytale ending? The prince had managed to find the strange, ethereally beautiful girl who'd fled from that fateful Coronation Ball, with only a single glass slipper left behind as a clue. But what did Cinderella do after she got her Happily Ever-After? She did get it, didn't she? Rae Wyman dreams of a girl, every night. She haunts him with her mellifluous voice, her mesmerizing eyes and her small, arcane smiles, making him yearn for her even though he's never seen her before in his life. Yet there's a strange feeling blossoming inside him every day, a feeling which he can't describe, growing so wild and restless that he doesn't know where his sanity went. Why does it feel like... ...she'd known his weakest point? And had used it to destroy him to a million little pieces? "If I try to touch her, And I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe no more." (Evanescence, Breathe No More.) Note: This story is NOT horror and certainly NOT Gothic...well, maybe a little Gothic. :) [ His Evil Cinderella Copyright © Saleha Kamran Afzal 2015] ........................................................................................................................... <Please don't be a silent reader. Every critique, comment, vote and read will be highly appreciated! So, what are you waiting for? CLICK that big orange button below! :D

Saffron, Carmen, Rose and Amethyst are all beautiful women with successful jobs. But they have a secret, a secret that every other girl wants. They're a secret underground spy organization and are battling it out with another two groups for a big promotion to the ASA. But what happens when their rivals are unconsciously getting attached to them? Can they avoid the distractions and the added chaos in their already adventurous lives? 7 objects,7 countries, 2 groups, 3 weeks . This is a bitter game of rivalry. Who will succeed victoriously?