"Apologize." "Wha?" He was in disbelief. "Apologize for what?" "Apologize for skipping the session." I grinned. "And being rude. Also promise not to do it again." "No." He scoffed. I began rolling my window up. "Stop!" He panicked. "Fine." His eyes went to the ground and he let out a groan before looking at me. His face started to turn a bright red. I tried to keep myself from grinning. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "For?" I asked. "For skipping the tutoring session." He mumbled. "And?" I teased. "Being rude." He forced out. "Say it together and a bit louder hun. I can't hear you." I encouraged. "I'm sorry for being rude and skipping the session. I won't do it again." He spoke through gritted teeth. He stared at the pavement with angry eyes. I clapped. "Now was that so hard?" _________________________________________ "Chrys..." a voice called. "Hmm." I mumbled. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my Star Trek dream. "Chrys. Were here." The same voice said. "Cool." I mumbled getting more comfortable than I was before by snuggling into what I was lying against. "You gotta get up." "I wanna go back to my dream." I murmured snuggling up more. "What was the dream about?" "Star Trek. I was the commander." I smiled as I wished I could go back. The voice chuckled but for some reason, whatever I was lying on shook at the same time. "Why is my pillow moving?" I muttered. "I'm not a pillow." The voice chuckled and my pillow shook again. _________________________________________ Chrysanthe Scott just wants to get senior year over with. She's done with everyone's drama. Sadly, her year isn't turning out as planned.

the most eerie, yet interesting, unsolved cases/mysteries or deaths warning: all true stories. some may be unpleasant. - #2 in thrillers 6/8/19

"She's the only person brave enough to punch the joker in the face...and live to tell it. Ashton lawton"

V grins maniacally, his eyes pooling with hunger as he stares at the glinting sharp object. "I think that you should be careful with that...." V switches his gaze from the knife and up to Dr. Jeon's eyes, their contact unwavering, "You might get hurt."

A collection of paintings, quick sketches, pencil works, fabric design, sculpture and color works. My style is semi naturalistic and in the most part idealistic. I draw my themes from everyday happenings and objects.

The Fiction Awards 2019 have arrived! All writers. All languages. Let the competition begin.

A MAFIA ROMANCE ________________ "Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off" ________________ The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time. Lucien O'Rhileys lust for revenge and power burns just a hot as Kiaras lust for freedom. His heart is as dark as the evil in his eyes, as he swore he was incapable of love. But his curiosity for the little minx he married seemed to grow till he couldn't stop it. But You know what they say -Curiosity killed the cat- She might not have been born into the mafia But she sure as hell belonged there. _________________ "I used to finger myself in the shower... while I thought about what your dick could do to me, " • "I am your very own alcoholic princess" • "I am falling down the path of the mafia...damn. But is it still wrong even though it feels so right?" [Not edited] -Mature Content-

Read this on those days where you're bored and have nothing to do.

Enjoy my story and sorry for my spelling, grammatical mistakes (etc). Sorry if this might be sh*tty. Please don't be rude. I'm new at writing.