It doesn't matter how she ended up in this four-walled room. What matters is she gets out. ***** After a night out in New York City, Liliana Rossi wakes up in a windowless room with no recollection of how she got there. And she's not alone. The dark and tattooed Mateo Aguilar is also held captive. As the two struggle to survive and hatch an escape plan, they also struggle with growing attraction toward each other, facing Lili with the biggest question yet: is Mateo the reason she's here, or the one who's going to save her? ✨ Wattys 2018 Shortlist & Featured Story ✨ Content warning: this story references themes that readers might find triggering, including drug use and sexual assault. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]] Cover designed by Stefanie Saw

I was ripped out of my thinking and back to him. "Look." I said, sighing. "If you're gonna kill me... Just do it quick. Tell my mom and dad I loved them..." I said. WAIT! "Wait! Never mind. Don't tell my mom and dad that I loved them. Don't even come near them at all! If you hurt them, I'm gonna haunt you to death! Literally!" I threatened him. The guy chuckled again. "I told you. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said. "Then why the fuck are you in my house! In my bedroom! And you took a shower in my bathroom!" I exclaimed. "I.. I wanted to finally see you, again. You are my friend after all" He said, almost sad. "Whose your friend?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. I kept on talking without waiting for him to respond. "They can't possibly be in my house!!" I yelled. "It's you." He simply said. My eyes widen Jasmin's life is turned upside down when her supposed Friend, Alex comes back into her life. Everyone she knows will be in danger if she doesn't do as he saids. But what happens when she uncovers a little more than just Alex's hobby to 'hurt', maybe even 'kill'. She'll do her best to uncover the truth, while keeping Alex entertained with her friendship.

Fictional texts between two or more teenagers. Scary, mysterious, funny, thrilling. Best read in black background. (For ages 13+)

BOOK #1 in The Fire series TRIGGER WARNING IN SOME CHAPTERS He leans closer, keeping me pinned against the wall with his hands on either side of my head. I glanced at both of them before holding his glare with my own. He was giving me a cold stare, caging me in like an animal. I bit my lip, trying to hold it back. I was never good in situations like these. He stopped leaning forward when his face was just inches from mine. He was trying to make me uncomfortable. Trying to scare me, but he didn't. I wasn't scared of him. I didn't hide my face or get nervous... I just bit my lip harder, trying to hold it in. It would just make things worse for me, I bet. He kept his eyes on mine as I glanced at his friend behind him with his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. I looked back at the man in front of me. "You shouldn't act that way around me." He says coldly. "I can have you dead right-" I couldn't hold it in. I started laughing. He leans back, shocked, but his face goes into a glare as soon as his friend behind him perks up, watching, interested now. I calm down a little. "I'm sorry." I say, catching my breath. "Continue, Continue." He watched me closely before leaning closer to me again. "I can have you killed-" Suddenly, I lost it again, laughing harder, bending a little to hold my stomach. He punched the wall in an effort to scare me but instead made me laugh even harder, falling to the ground and rolling on my side. Soon I had his friend laughing with me as the man in front of me glared at both of us. "Don't give me that look. She's the one who started laughing." His friend said, wheezing a little bit and trying to stop laughing. I calmed down a bit, standing up to face them, a smile on my face. "Now, if you're done threatening me," I raise an eyebrow. "Or at least trying to. I'll be on my way." With that, I grabbed my backpack, turned my back to them, and walked away.

At the age of eighteen, everyone's blood changes colour. Whether it becomes blue, green or otherwise, the colour is either hereditary or a random, biological selection. However, when Pearl Damocles discovers that her blood is colourless - in a society where people are segregated by blood colour -, she travels to an institute for people like her with a handsome yet mysterious man named, Malik Ahmed. After months of training and planning - with a team of quirky, newfound friends and trained militants by her side - she decides begins to hatch a plan. One to bring everyone together, and abolish the inequality of the blood colours.

Some call me bad luck. Some call me unlucky. Some call me their worst nightmare. Most fear me. Most scream when they see me. And I smile. I smile because that's what I love the best. Their fear. I love it, when it goes through their eyes when I point the gun and shoot them dead. I love how pale they turn when they hear me chuckle. I just love the sound of their rapidly beating hearts against their chest. But when she comes along, that's where my true demon comes out. That's where I love it the most when I scare her and become her worst nightmare. I'll break her. I'll break that little fiery soul of hers. And I'll laugh when it's in my hands. *mature theme *cussing

In hope of reconnecting with her ethnic ties, Arden Michaelson sets off for France to study abroad during her junior year of college for a semester, leaving her best friend and boyfriend behind. Upon arriving at the "City of Lights" she is kissed by a set of foreign lips.

DONT LIKE GAY STUFF? THAN LEAVE I'm not very good with descriptions so um.. I hope you enjoy it

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