Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.

Charlotte is a 23 year old girl from Belgium. She's about to study in the UK for a year. Her plan is to study, party, drink and live. Not to fall in love. Her heart has been broken before and she's not going to let that happen again. Hero is starting his first year at the University of South Wales in between acting jobs. He is enjoying life to the fullest, benefiting from his fame as an actor. Girls throw themselves at him, except for one. ---- * PROLOGUE * Hero's friends start whistling and laughing. But the sounds fade when Hero looks into my eyes and pulls me closer, my body against his. I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his hands on my hips. It's amazing how well we dance together. My body responds to his movements immediately. I let myself go completely and get lost in our sensual dance. Our bodies are drawn to each other like magnets. His hands move all over my body, leaving a tingly feeling. As soon as the song ends, he spins me around so I face him again. I'm out of breath and him staring into my eyes just makes it worse. ----