Mr.Arrogant is innocent is a fantastic journey of two opposing individuals. She's a pretty lovely sparkling girl. He's a handsome strong-willed man. She's is a juvenile person. He's a man of great responsibility. She's a believer in the moment. While he is occupied with improving his future. She's a lazy workaholic. He is dedicated and a timely worker. She's a fun magnet girl. He's a young man in a rage. She's always daydreaming. Whereas, He has a sorrowful and dark past. What happens when these two creatures smash into each other and fall in love ???? Read to find out !!!!

Spark December - Her smile is violet, prettiest to be called. Aresco Fade - His smirk is monochrome, known strange yet marvelous. ........ She's unrealistic He's savage. She escapes from the vows. He discovers messy bliss. She seeks freedom. He chase revenge. She sees the velvet grey moon in his eyes. He sip her lips like a dusky wine. She played the game wholeheartedly. He played with her heart. Will her affection can tie with his tan kindness? The two unconnected dots meet and embrace the unplanned moments in the city of love. It's a little like being in love. #1st in monochrome #1st in cityoflove

She has an iron heart in a velvet body. He's like a black hole inside the sun. She's strong with fragile pieces. He's fierce above his afraid self. She was the light in his gloomy world. He was the darkness that took her last shine. She became the aspire of his life. He made her life aimless. She wants to revenge him. He wants to acquire her. She searches for freedom from him. He captures her in a golden cage. She fell for a person she hates the most. He loves a person who he can't love. He was her enemy with a tag of a husband. She was his fear with a title of a wife.

The journey of my love story The boy i admired from afar.

(second prompt, updated as of now) Alison, caught in an inner turmoil, gets dragged by Hanna towards a restaurant in attempt to distract the blue-eyed blonde from her agitation. As they eat, a hot and drop-dead gorgeous waitress comes in to get their orders and Alison tries to compose herself as her eyes wonder around the girl, while Hanna sits across her, laughing and throwing her questions about the brunette waitress.

This book consist of one shot stories of all genres.

(Highest till now: #11) Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought; and the thought has found WORDS. As rightly quoted "A good friend is equal to a library." The inspiration for posting my poems is my best friend. I would thank her all through my life. Enjoy reading my words in "MERAKI"..

{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.

"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.

Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.