#129 in horror!!! *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* The fire raged on behind me, I looked around trying to get my bearings inside of the smokey glazed room. The only recognizable thing was the grandfather's clock ticking between the cackling of fire. *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* I slowly strode forward, careful not to burn myself. Smoke constantly collided against my lungs, suffocating me, but I pushed forward like the trooper I was. *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* Searing pain shot through my leg as I had gently rubbed against the burning couch. Multiple burning red spots appeared on my legs, but I only winced in pain, not daring to look down. I made it into the kitchen, and above our sink was a small window. I placed my arm onto the bright red metal, hissing sounds escaping my lips from the excruciating pain, but I pushed myself up. My hands were bright red with from pulling with all my strength to open the window. Gashes were scattered throughout my body from the various broken furniture on the ground. Innumerable burns were scattered around my body from the smoke and fire. With the help of firefighters who assisted in pulling me out from the window, I made it acrossed the lawn towards the emergency vehicles which flashed red and blue, not too far from me... *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick* *Tick*

In 2017, on a mission with a good friend named Thomas Kelly, we began writing this story, which is known as 'Playing God'. In early 2018, we began re-writing the early chapters of the story, and 8 months after that, with only 5 or 6 chapters rewritten, we hit 8500 reads! That is outstanding! This is the original Playing God, but now, it's time for the completed story to come out,the way it should have almost two years ago now.

His hands were wrapped around my wrist and he held it firm behind my back. "Adam, stop... listen your drunk" His eyes darkened with anger "I'm your husband I can do more than this and it's not like your not used to it" My hands were going in every direction trying to release myself from his grip. "Adam please..." I sobbed "you forgot your promise... please let me go" He didn't listen he twisted my hands even more making me yell in pain. I could smell the disgusting alcoholic smell coming from his breath making me more scared. He looked right in my eyes and crashed his smooth lips on mine. I couldn't help but cry. He pushed me through the door and on the bed. I cried even more. Pleading for gods mercy to stop him, not now, not in this state, he's drunk. ------------------------------------------- This book is not 100% spiritual please keep this in mind Yasmin da silva arrived to America with a scholarship to gain experience in bachelor of science. Her dream was to take her father out of poverty and know the truth behind her mothers death that occurred in America. She had no idea that a little trip to America would change her life Forever! What will happen when she looses her wallet the very first day she arrives to NYC. Her ID, passport, certificate everything important thing you can imagine is lost. She has to stay in America in order to find the truth behind her mothers death. In that process will they be able to confess there love to each other or will it turn out totally different. Will there fake love turn into real Read to find out ..

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing