All Chapters of Gn 001 book-00075: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I pushed my bag high up on my shoulder and walked toward my locker. School was over and I felt like I could finally breathe along with everyone else who's eager to get back to their homes too. Like Beth had promised, everyone had left me out of their loophole of discussions and ceased to throw their distasteful looks and I couldn't have felt much better. I embraced the feeling of being left alone.After putting my locker combination, I opened it and stuffed all my books in. As soon as I was done, I closed it and huffed in exhaustion. Just when I made my way toward the exit of the school, I heard my name being called from behind me. I turned around to see Mason jogging in my direction. "Hey," he said, panting and giving me a full blown smile.My breath hitched at the sight of his beautiful smile. "Hi, Mason." I gave him a small, shy smile. That's when I remembered something. The rumours! What if he had heard them too? Is he here to talk

 Day 18. I seemed to be the only one in the the entire school that didn't appreciate the coming Halloween. How could I? I was dying! So when Dolly Pearson, a snowy white blonde from the planning committee shoved the flier at my face on my way to lunch asking me to sign up to help them, I politely told her to get the flying fuck away. I was stressed out and agitated, I had only thirteen days left, I wasn't any closer to getting Blake to say those words, someone knew my secret and seemed to think some kind of mythical bible was the solution to my problems and there was also the nagging fact that the Devil seemed to have abandoned me completely. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. On my way to lunch, I began to note how inconsequential human existence was, you got given birth to and started toiling till your death day. It was all a cycle of nothingness and in

"It's still missing an ingredient," the witch said, putting the bottle behind her back, warding Melvin off with her free hand by pushing it against his chest. Her blue eyes sparkled. She would enjoy toying with this one. He was like a puppy with his big hopeful eyes and harmless nature. Why not cuddle? "Ingredient?" Melvin asked. His head felt a little dizzy, drunk almost. He blinked, trying to find that foundation inside of him that kept his inhibitions and logic at the forefront of his thoughts when he felt both trying to slip away after a few drinks. Only, tonight he hadn't had anything to drink. He figured that the woman, the one who claimed to be a witch, had something to do with his lightheadedness. She was intoxicating. The witch leaned in and whispered into Melvin's ear, her hand moving up from his chest and stroking his hair. Her body brushed against his, and Melvin became very aware of her breasts pressing into his chest. He began

Winston Churchill said "Writing a book is an adventure..." This book will take you on an adventure of:  ********* Love, Lust and Deception... A tale of woe and hardship, where love and friendship can change your life in an instant.  Anabella Andrews is a daddy's girl, being the daughter of wealthy business man, only having him to guide her, as her mother was out of the picture. She was cherished and treated like a true princess, however when her father marries his secretary. Things go awry, when her father dies during a regular business trip, leaving her parentless and in the hands of her evil step mother. Nothing can ever be the same. When her step sister steals the only man she has ever felt devoted to. He was her rock and now he was in the arms of a girl who hated her more than ever. 

What is life without a little risk?~Sirius Black, The order of the phoenix •• His jaw clenched tightly, a muscle on his eye twitching involuntarily. Arms folded across his broad chest, Bashir Belko stared at his only daughter with such anger, Nadia was suprised he hadn't blown up.  His eyes had been focused on the ornate table which held his phone and reading glasses but when he raised his cold, calculative eyes on her, Nadia had wished he had kept his gaze on the table.  It had been long since she'd seen him that angry and if there was anything that terrified her, it was seeing her father angry even though most days, he was always angry.