"You're telling me you didn't do it?" she asked. "Yes. I don't know what happened. I was asleep when it...when she..." Crystal's face was the prime example of someone who wasn't believing what they were being told. "Suicide, you're suggesting?" I didn't answer. "Well, Mr. McCain, according to your test results, you're clear," she leaned closer. "But between you and me, I don't believe the tests." Nolan McCain is a normal high school counselor, when suddenly his world is turned upside down when he's accused of murdering his wife. These days, your blood turns darker with each crime you commit, and when they test Nolan's, it's white as snow. Detective Crystal Parkes is on the case as soon as she hears this. "You saw the test results. My blood is white as snow, the chief said it himself." I said. "White as snow," Crystal squints at me. "Or white as a lie?" **Brief strong language

Highest Ranking In Short Story #24 (Tuesday, May 9) Read "Kissing Hayes" before reading this book. This is a sequel. |Previously known as "My Favorite Mistake"| *** He pinned me on the wall harshly as I winced in pain. I stared into his now dark eyes. To say I was terrified is an understatement. He lowered his face staring through my frightened soul. "Nothing changed." He spat harshly. "Actually..it Did, Grey." I said sarcastically. Am having a death wish I know. He raised his eyebrow. "You've changed. You're a monster." I said loudly as my eyes watered. He laughed darkly and then looked at me coldly. "You're wrong, Daria. I haven't changed. I always was a monster it's just you were too naive to notice it." He said emphasizing each word with venom. *** Daria has moved to New York with her girls to attend college. After a long painful past the girls are finally doing fine. No danger. No anger. No nothing. Just fun. What happens when Daria's eyes spot her hotter than ever gangleader after 2 years? Will she hate him? Will they get back together or hate each other? Will Daria still be in danger? will someone have replaced her? Read to find out!

" Hello... 911?... this is Thomas calling from Harvard law school... dr. sara is dead... and i think i killed her... please dont be late.. bye. " these were actually my last words while i walked out of her office.. slammed the door... and walked outside jogging with my long black hair dancing in the wind breathe while the snow is the only clothes i have on and i still feel warm.. with a great smile on my face... and as i started hearing the sirens of the police.. i started dancing on the beat walking towards them... with nothing to say but " im under arrest aint i? ". Not to mention that the next moment i was handcuffed and on the ground laughing as loud as i could while the police were checking on dr. sara and calling the ambulance to come pick up the dead body with hope she is still alive... poor officers... freezing in the cold... with no single idea what is going on... i forgot to tell u dr. sara was wearing my clothes... if u were wondering why i was naked... im not a fan of people seeing what lays beyond my six packs... unless the officer is into becoming my next bf... which also wont work out... cause sadly i aint into men... sorry officer... back to some serious shit... well... shouldnt we first know why this is all happening?.. cause i dont even know... but i remember how this all started... so.. let me give u a clue.

The day when the rain began the bitch said to be dead, I didn't know whether it was true or a lie but had no choice or traces but to assume that bitch was alive. Everyone pushed to believe that bitch was dead, killed, or else suicide. Police were investigating whether the bitch was killed or kicked the bucket, but some external things pushed them to investigate it. Whatever it was going to be, bitch's gone.

"I work for the CBI." "You are a spy?" I ask, fascinated at the thought. She looks fragile, like a flower and looks like she wouldn't win a fight against a teddy bear. Maybe she's in the tech branch or something less dangerous. "I'm a licensed killer."

COMPLETED A new boy joins the class and is anything but ordinary. Rafe is frantic, reckless, and unpredictable. He takes a seat next to the orphaned Alice and both of their lives take a sharp turn. The innocent orphaned girl finds herself trapped in the psycho's dark wicked world. Will Alice's light win, or will Rafe's darkness corrupt her? 🥀 "Look here rat!" He threatened and stomped over to me. I stepped back and hit the wall. "If you think you'll try and get on my 'good side', think again!" He yelled with his face right in front of mine and slammed his fist against the wall. "Can't you just say thank you and leave it at that!" I yelled and shoved him away. Infuriated, he knocked down my dresser with a thump. I stared in shock as he stood there enraged. "Don't try me rat!" He warned. ⚠️ (I am not romanticizing mental illnesses or disabilities by any means. This is all fictional and does not relate to real life scenarios. In case of having any mental illnesses or knowing anyone who suffers from them, please seek professional help.) Tag rankings reached🏆 🥇#1 cold. 🥇#1 orphan. 🥇#1 jealous. 🥇#2 lonely. 🥇#2 protective. 🥇#3 psychopath. 🥇#4 jealousy. 🥇#5 lonely. 🥇#14 crazy. 🥇#17 possessive. 🥇#22 obsession.

"Now, now. With those tears, who could resist comforting you? Did you use this trick on Mr. Rathi?" He smirked, mockingly staring into my eyes. "In just 48 hours? You've sharpened your skills." I felt disgusted. He thinks so little of me. Yes, I made a mistake-a mistake I cannot erase-but it wasn't what he thought it was. As I wallowed in self-pity, his voice cut through my thoughts again. "You've just wasted 10 minutes in your little game. We'll extend the detention until 09:12, he said with a victorious smile. "But... I have an indoor class at 09:15," I tried to explain, but he cut me off. "You should have thought about that before playing your love games with your muse. This training academy isn't for faint hearted like you. It makes an officer from a citizen. You are not worthy of it and I will prove it." I was silent. I had no response. I would never be able to change his mind. There would never be a chance to clear this misunderstanding. It would never be enough to prove my innocence-that I didn't try to ... "10 rounds. You have until 09:12," his voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I nodded. I had no other option. As I jogged around the track, my mind drifted back to a time when things were different. When I was different. Six years ago... I saw him for the first time in the bustling corridors of the college campus. He was tall, confident, everything I wasn't. I remember the way he smiled at me, so effortlessly. It was the beginning of something, something I thought would last... But then everything changed. One mistake-one terrible misunderstanding-and he hated me for it. The warmth in his eyes turned to ice, and now, that ice was all I saw whenever he looked at me.

His face is leveled to mine and I can see tiny droplets of water on his face and lips as he draws closer to me, my anticipation is crazy as he moves millimeter by millimeter. I roll my eyes and move my head away. "Don't do this." He acknowledges what I said but doesn't act on it. He takes his hand and moves it to my jawline, moving my head to him. This causes me to become frantic. I can't get messed over. "Karan, we literally just had this conversation. This isn't fair to me, please don't." His facial features soften completely at my tone and he looks at me genuinely. "I would never." With that he kisses me and my stomach explodes in butterflies, turning over. He moves his hands from the hood of his car to the side of my waist. "That wasn't fake, Tejasswi", his eyes intent on mine against the dark drizzling sky. I can't stop looking at him. She's a soloist who doesn't like help. Especially with a huge mission like this. Will the mission fall through? Or would she need a partner more than ever?

Wanna hear a weird story about a big part of my life, it has to do with coffee.Yes, you heard me correctly. I met the love of my life in a coffee shop, problem is he has no clue who I really am. Don't freak it's not what it seems like. It was a total misunderstanding, but how do I break the news?Let's start at the beginning.

There comes a time in everyone's life when they are faced with a difficult choice. For most people, following your instincts is easy. You know what to do, and you know what not to do. But what if you were faced with a choice that is just not that simple. When your instincts tell you one thing, but your heart tells you something else. I was faced with just such a choice. While driving down a deserted highway. I saw a car on the side of the road. Not just a car, a police car. We all know the police are trained to take care of themselves, so I drove past without stopping, but something didn't feel right. What would you have done? **This is a first draft. Please excuse any mistakes there may be. Please do not comment any corrections. I will fix them when I do the rewrite. This is also my first attempt at first person point of view so please bear with me.**