He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

After the divorce of her parents, Marley Parker stays in North Carolina while her brother and father move to California. Ten years after the divorce, Marley finds herself being forced to move across the country to live with her very wealthy father and brother. Marley's brother seems to be Mister Popular while she remains the quiet 'nerd' as her brother's friends would call her. She loves her brother, but will she survive being Mister Popular's Little Sister? Follow Marley's journey that will consist of love, hatred, laughter, and tears in Mister Popular's Little Sister. __________ Reader's thoughts: "AHHHH! I love it!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀@pagesandbooks "Love this story so far!!!!!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀@stephaniemuggeo9 "Loving the book so far ." ⠀⠀⠀⠀@RandomAdriana "I love your book! Can't wait to read more!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀@Liannabee "I love this book." ⠀⠀⠀⠀@never_look_back6739

(Previously known as The Cinderella's Bad Boy) ------- "Be your own kind of Cinderella" ............ (Extended Summary inside) All Rights Reserved. (Cover by : -infinities) (IMPORTANT: This is NOT a re-telling of Cinderella. It is a pure work of TEEN FICTION AND HUMOUR.)

JANGAN COPY CERITA INI! KAMU AKAN BERNASIB SAMA SEPERTI PARA TOKOH!! "Aku sayang angkatanku. Aku sayang mereka. Aku tidak ingin menyakiti mereka. Tapi, mengapa mereka menyakitiku bahkan tidak menghargai pengorbananku? Aku kecewa. Rasa kecewa ini membesar, lalu mengubah diriku menjadi monster menakutkan yang haus akan kematian." -Putih Dewinta © 2015 by fiya itsfiyawn

Malam ini malam Jumat, malam yang lebih wangi dan lebih sunyi daripada malam-malam biasa. Malam dengan energi mistis yang begitu besar.

[BEBERAPA PART DI-UNPUBLISH SEMENTARA KARENA CERITA SEDANG DIREVISI] Suatu malam di tahun 1940, keluarga Van Tergouw digemparkan dengan kehadiran Eduard, seorang bocah lelaki yang diakui Tuan Van Tergouw sebagai anak dari nyai-nya. Kehadiran Eduard bagai bom waktu yang meluluhlantakkan keluarga itu dalam sekejap, menyuguhkan pada mereka kebengisan takdir yang tergaris di atas keluarga itu. Seberkas kisah terpendam rapi di balik sosok Eduard. Kisah tentang jalinan benang cinta yang rumit. Kisah tentang seorang bidadari yang berjuang demi bangsa dan harga dirinya. Seorang bidadari yang memperjuangkan hidup di tengah kemelut tiga zaman.

#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT

Christian Harper and his daughter Abigail move to New Orleans, Louisiana after Christian lands himself a new job opportunity. Since relocating to the new house, he finds that his daughter's behaviour has been very unusual and that strange things have begun happening inside the house. It's not until long that Christian begins to realise that the nightmares that his daughter has been suffering from are very much real, and that they are both in very serious danger. Do you know the true meaning of FEAR?

12:00 am | September 18 She typed, I wish I can say 'I love you' to you, but hundreds milliseconds and five tragic events flashback later, she deleted every single word. Thoughts, rambles, tears and laughs put together in a beautiful mess, in 3 am thoughts. Expressing my mind each night, whatever I was feeling and whatever I wanted to feel. highest: # 554 in short story, #137 in sad thoughts