[FIL/ENG] The Mhorfell Academy of Gangsters was innovated mainly for the accommodation of the so-called black sheep of the society and their families. Mafiosos, gangsters, rebels, and delinquents were all welcomed to enter the mortal gates of hell in the academy and encounter experiences that they would never forget. Alex Cromello, a rebel and a victim of a traumatic event has been condemned by his uncle to study inside the dormitory school, Mhorfell Academy. Little did she know that she'll be meeting with the school's most powerful and influential students who are reigning the student body with their strength and authority. Aside from that, her friends who were also victims of the incident four years ago joined her to face a new pace and new set of opponents. As their new school year runs, mysteries are set to happen, different emotions will linger, feelings deep inside will rise, and a ten-year-old case will be investigated. Together, they were put up to solve them, to battle against the odds inside, and to struggle to graduate alive. #1 Science Fiction (Highest rank) Book 2: Mhorfell Academy and The Onyx Blood Disease (also Published under PSICOM) Book 3: MIKHAELA (Ongoing)

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.