Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

(Completed) A king was fooled, a plan set in motion, his friends were either eliminated or bribed. Will a lone girl be able to prove who is behind this? Will she be able to save her kingdom? © Copyright 2017 drmystic All rights reserved Reproducing any part of the book including plagiarism is an offense.

"Shut up, stupid! Do you want to pay that huge amount of fine?" "As if they're standing outside our door with their ears pressed to it." "They could be." "Are you for real? What kind of psychos do that? People can be doing God knows what in their rooms." ❝In which an arranged couple falls in love while being stranded on a deserted island.❞ ━━━━━━━━━ Detailed summary inside. COMPLETED | Adventure | Romance | NA Although the characters are Muslims, the story itself is just a fun read, and doesn't fulfill the purpose of highlighting Islam. Ranked no. 1 in #pakistan on 06/15/20 & 08/12/20 Ranked no. 1 in #stranded on 10/17/20 & 07/24/22 Ranked no. 1 in #jungle on 12/04/20 Ranked no. 2 in #muslim on 01/29/21 Ranked no. 2 in #ambassadorspk on 06/18/21 Ranked no. 2 in #bickering on 01/16/23 [Total word count between 70,000 to 80,000] WARNING: If you're reading this story on any platform other than wattpad, then you're at the risk of malware. This book is only available on wattpad in its original form by the author @_shinja_

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

Piper Douglas long ago accepted that her life was just meant to be sucky. After her parents' divorce, she developed something of a bad attitude, causing all but one of her friends to leave her behind. However, things take on a whole new level of sucky when Piper finds herself suddenly and inexplicably transported to another dimension, a dimension in which Piper is four inches tall relative to everything else. Things become more and more complicated when she runs into a giant teenage boy with an attitude to rival her own. New cover by: gwengreenwich

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.