C O M P L E T E D creepyposta ~ maha koleksi merupakan jilid pertama kompilasi karya Jeffrey Zain yang diwattpadkan setelah akaun Twitter beliau mencecah 18,000 followers. Kisah-kisah yang dipaparkan tak begitu klise drama Melayu, orang kata lah. Ada kisah mak zombie, mak kanibal, Mak Kau Hijau, Makcik Karipap, anak werewolf, cameo Kak Chom, anak Satan à la The Omen, Suami Ku Mr Stalker, adik beradik Hansel Gretel versi Melayu, kisah creepy campfire, kisah dato yang tak gembira dan Halloween Melayu. Kompilasi creepyposta menjadi Top 3 Buku Lejen Press paling laris di Pesta Buku Antarabangsa KL / PBAKL2017, buku paling laris di PBAKL2016 dan Top 5 Buku Fiksyen Bahasa Melayu MPH 2016.

#11 in Islam under spiritual (5/1/17) #14 in spiritual (8/2/2016) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• *EDITING- Please bear with me I know it's a difficult read because of how bad its structure is; also since the story is being edited - it may take a while to do so - the plot may not really make sense right now* "The front door opened and in came the monster poopie but without the nincompoop. He leaned on the kitchen island with his cold eyes staring into my glaring ones. "Mum and Dad have called us over for dinner tonight." He said. "Alright. What time?" I asked. "Around 8pm. Dress nicely." He said curtly looking at what I was wearing. I scowled at what he said and went to my room taking Simba with me. I prayed my Asr Salah. And got down to business; of what to wear tonight." Read inside to find out Sophia's and Nadir's story!

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

|• H i g h e s t R a n k i n g #1 in Spiritual •| They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other. "I thought you said, I wasn't your type. What changed?" The guy is unbelievable. "Well, that was a year ago. People change," he whispers the last part. He leans closer to my face and his dark green eyes meet mine. "You're not like the others. You're different in a good way." "Too little, too late, and a little too wrong. You're my boss and I'm your maid, to be more specific, your Muslim Maid. So don't fool me, because to you, I'm just a game, Mr. James." With that, I walked away from him. James Madison is the boss, who has everything he wants. He is careless. He never apologizes for his mistakes. But his world changes When he meets his Muslim Maid. Jasmine Jamal is his maid. A Muslim. Her parents died a long time ago. She lives with her uncle. She has one brother who she cares about. She doesn't want to fall in love or believe any of that. All she wants, is to support her little brother, but her life becomes worse when she meets James, her boss.