16 year old Jake ais tasked with a big job fromt the boss of his gang to steal a car by the name of the Aero Vista ,the fast car in all of new york city. is Jake up to the challenge or will he get caught

Merlin was a master of dark magic, who used his wicked spells to manipulate and deceive. But the knight Sir Lancelot stood in his devious way.

The woman looked up and gasped. She saw Johnny holding her duck by its neck, and Rocky sitting behind him, licking his chops...

She jumped up from her chair and ran towards him, screaming, "You monster! You killed my duck! How could you do such a thing?"

"Freeze scumbag!"

You're under arrest I shouted!

He dropped the remote control and raised his hands. "Please, don't shoot! I'm putting it down, he begged.

I kicked the backpack away from him and checked it. It was indeed a bomb, but it was faulty. The wires were loose and the timer was stuck.

Read the title bff.

I just tried everything I have been through this whole time, I can’t believe I grow up this so fastly, sometimes everything happens so quickly. Everything I gotta do I overthink about it. It’s like I got no Strange anymore. I feel so lazy. I don’t even know what to write now Because of my mind in a race. (you don’t even know how I fell every day about everything) Life is a race we running always we even don’t know what we going after, what we chasing here or there. Every day we wake up and we just do what we have to do after we just think about what we have to leave to do like is there anything else left we have to if it’s we going to do it. If not we just being.

So time, tricking tricking. Every time we just do better or worse. We just do our own fucking thing. I just really want to know what is this. We were a baby, kid, child, teenager, man, old man this line I mentioned previously’s going on. I positively believe this has happened again and again like a cycle, this is a repeat process. Like our ordinary life. Don’t you tired about all of this. We earn money monthly but it’s burned by daily.

I think I got a long journey ahead. I just do whatever I gotta do now. Because I want to escape from this. I just want to live like a human. Human of good minds like a simple man. I’m really tired of being afraid of everything like always. I just feel unhappy I want to be a free, free-minded man. like everyone else. When my mind not in the right position I feel uncomfortable. Like I just want to escape from that moment and go to a better place But there is no such a place as that. But every time I’m trying my best to be my best me. So let be me. I’m still trying.

An anthology of chilling and hair-raising stories from the author's mischievous imagination. Reading stories are not for the faint of heart.

Noah is known at school as an all-around bad boy, Part of him is broken and shattered, part of him is still holding on to what little things he has left. Its hard being able to "fit in" with the rest of the crowd at school. His mom passed and it was hard for him to get through it.

He's had one person closest to him, they'd known him for the longest time. They grew up with each other spending the majority of their time together. Learning about the real side of what actually happens behind the smile that hides everything. The darker side of life. Reality.

He had nothing left he gave up and wanted to move. He was going to. But then he met Isabella. Spending time around her changed everything about him.So, why is it so hard to let her go when it comes time to go?

A Failure of humans Turns into the most chaotic struggle of the world.

We had our first drink at 7, Held our first guns at 8, Stole our first cars at 9, Went to jail at ten, Committed our first murder at 11 and killed our parents at 12. Now I know what you're thinking what was going through our heads.

Before you start questioning and saying tons of shit about us let us introduce ourselves they call us the 3 Musketeers. Alex Summers, Ivy June and April Wright.

I fell in love with the boy who dragged his fingertips across my cheek and kissed me with cigarette smoke leaking from the corners of his mouth. Though, as unhealthy and scarring as he was, a beautiful pistol in himself, you knew you had to let him go. Deep, deep down.

He was the epitome of addiction.