Based off the memoire By Irmgard A. Hunt this is this story of a young child who has no choice in the life she is forced to live, no opinion worth voicing as the adults around her argue, fight, die and force problems that she doesn't understand onto her. This is her story in short form, I hope you enjoy and as alway thank you for reading. Dedicated to @MiriaFernandes for helping me with the German.

I awake in what seems to be a test room. I have no memory. A voice from a walkie-talkie begins to give me instructions on how to survive, and as I follow them, the deeper into this horrible, twisted world I fall.

"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?" A post-Reichenbach BBC Sherlock story. First person present tense.

Candice Woods is not your normal freshman. She's a survivor of a dreadful past that she'll do everything in her power to conceal. Her earthshaking dreams are her motivator, and love is her absolute enemy. Until her life gets turned upside down the moment she meets The Folks- a group of related rich students - and she finds herself being sucked into their den, and to her horror, she starts falling for the worst of them, Dylan Evans. Dylan Evans is your ultimate bad boy. After his girlfriend's death, he becomes a walking corruption. Relationships are his least interest, much less love. The moment Candice forces herself into his life and starts breaking his rules, he's determined to diminish her walls, only to find himself pulling her inside his. And both of their worlds morph into blues. *This book includes explicit language and content. © 2017 by Raghdanezzat/ Raghda Nagy All rights reserved.

She rose her dainty eyebrows in surprise at my answer, her small lips slightly opening in shock. "I never took you for one who fails an assignment, Void." She pursed her tongue. My blank eyes stared at hers as I bit back my answer. She sighed at my silence. "You do know what we do to those who fails an assignment, right?" My mind went to the tortured screams I heard from the basement. Beckett must have seen the tiniest widening of my eyes because she smiled knowingly at me. "I may look strict... but since this is your first, I'll overlook it for now. But, may I remind you, that if you fail one more mission, you'll receive worst than those people. " Her eyes hardened at my blank stare. "Are we clear?" "Crystal." *** Meet the killer. Though she has a real name, she is more known as 'Void' because of her blank face and especially eyes. But her blank face has a story behind them-- A past that has left her broken and alone. This past made her perfect for killing innocent people with no remorse. Watch out. She may already be behind you.

The boy who has Good accent, Hazel eyes, Manly voice and Plays the piano Knows how to play On my heart, too ... This is a collection of my poems. The book is not edited. [14/9/2017] #6 in poetry [25/5/2017] #9 in poetry [15/4/2017] #18 in poetry. Copyright © Eman Hany Poet : EMAN HANY