"Call me sir" he demanded. "What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister! "Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his lips brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

The two best friends Kifah and Amraha, parted by destiny never give up on finding each other. When they succeed, they meet some new friends to face some new challenges together. LUST - how does the friendship deal with it? When the bond of best friendship reaches its peak, LOVE overshadows it. The bond breaks and one of them goes missing. Here comes the two villains completely devoid of mercy, pity, sympathy and kindness. What happens with her? Will the friends be able to find her? Will the bond be reformed, ever? How love plays its part? I'll be uploading it chapter-wise. (Probably Saturday and Wednesday). Read, vote, comment! I appreciate it.

When stone burns and diamond melts, when steel is stretched and words are spilled a monster comes to life; And it will gnaw on your bones with my teeth (-possess not just my jaw, but my whole body) I am the only one to ever feel its claws. /These are all the things I'm biting my tongue not to tell you./

"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfoxsaysmeww

"Congratulations, Rachael Hills," Mark says, with an uncanny - almost evil - grin on his face, "You have just successfully died." ********** 16 year old Rachael Hills, a regular B-grade high school-er is met with a tragic accident on the eve of 2nd November at exactly 13 minutes and 9 seconds past eight. That's it, right? Now it's nothing but funeral arrangements, and strangers pretending to sigh over her 'sad loss'. But it's not quite over yet for Rachael. She wakes up in an alternate realm, the Elysium - the closest to heaven one can get. The most gorgeous utopia of dreams-come-true where she can spend eternity in. Literally. Oh, but that's not it either. Rachael is a Recruit, and she must be trained for a war to come. A war against humans. Immortality, is after all, a fate worse than death. // Highest Ranking - #6 in Science Fiction (15/02/2017) // // updates: CURRENTLY ON HOLD//

❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017

She's on a desperate quest to protect her family. But will defending them save the planet or result in her doom? Alyx Silverthorne's broken world is falling apart. With her parents dead and her little brother Tommy infected with a zombie virus, she fears she's about to lose everything that matters. But when her beloved sibling dies and returns to life stronger than before, their only choice is a dangerous cross-country journey to the capital for answers. Teaming up with her deserter uncle and the best friend in love with her, they arrive at a secret military base wondering if Tommy is in fact the cure. But the affection of a strapping young soldier is cold comfort when his sinister commander takes a terrifying interest in her family. Will Alyx survive the lies of the living or be consumed by the mouths of the dead? Kill or Cure is the gut-wrenching first book in the Kill or Cure post-apocalyptic teen fiction series. If you like feisty young heroines, struggles against chaos, and teenage love, then you'll adore Pixie Britton's action-packed trilogy. ★★★★★ "A dynamic story of teenage love and gut-wrenching loss in a dystopian world." - Books Monthly ★★★★★ "This isn't your stereotypical run of the mill, zombie apocalpyse novel. Pixie Britton takes the zombie genre and gives it her own thrilling unique twist." - Readers Enjoy Authors Dreams ★★★★★ "There's not a generic zombie survival character in sight. We are dealing with real people and real emotions." - Gallifreyan Buccaneer ★★★★★ "This is a genre that has been done in a million different ways for a million different readers, and one is hard-pressed to find a book that is a little different or offers something new. I'm thrilled (and relieved) to say that this book does that in addition to being entertaining and well-written." - Reads and Reels ★★★★★ "There are times when your heart is in your throat, just hoping things will turn out right. A great dystopian

{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.

all the things that I'm too afraid to say.