By Zadie Smith Mga Nobela at Kwento

They truly were a good match. He stared at me with determination, seemingly having made a grave decision. He said, "You can't marry Uncle Gideon."

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

He approached the spot and then fight his hand through the hole and it immediately widened open as the debris blocking it opened. “a big hole in the walls of a hole. No, that’s not right… .” he observed the widened hole carefully and then said out loud . “it’s a tunnel.” There was a tunnel on one side of the walls of the pit he had fallen into. The tunnel was about a square metre wide and he did not know how far it went, since it was really dark when he looked inside. It looked like it had been dug by hand or some crude tool, since the tunnel was without finesse.

Zade's POV "This Saturday," I told her, my fingers tracing idle patterns along her arm. "For Mrs Smith. For all of them that we lost in the fire. I'll finally lay them to rest." Her head rested on my chest, the soft rise and fall of her breath a soothing rhythm against my skin. We'd been talking for what felt like hours, mostly about the burial ceremony. This Saturday. I wanted to finally lay their souls to rest. “That's good, Zade,” She whispered quietly. "I'm glad that you have chosen a date already."

Eva Smith sighed as the bus screeched to a stop. Looming out the window she saw people waiting for their loved ones. She knew she was not going to be as lucky as them. Nobody would be waiting for her since nobody had wanted to know since her mother had died in the accident her drug-addicted step father had caused. He had gone awol before the police could find him, leaving Eva practically an orphan. Since she was only seventeen years old she was still a child in the eyes of the law. That is how she had come to find herself back in the quiet town of Newpark.

I only had to stop our conversation twice when customers came in, but other than that, it was a really light day as Owen had predicted earlier. "Argh! I hate this book," Zac said breaking our comfortable silence. I looked over to where he was with a box and he held a book up in the air. 'Pride and Prejudice'. "It's not a favourite of mine," he continues when I glare at him. "Okay then, what is your favourite?" "Maybe," he blows out of his mouth. "Anything written by John Green" "Why is that?" I asked, genuinely fascinated in his choice.

The champion of their home country would definitely pay that bastard back in kind! “Haha! This is just dope! If it’s you, then my revenge is sure as hell!” Smith exclaimed excitedly. So what if Zayn was an important figure in Rheasia? A foreigner like himself enjoyed some form of immunity, so all he had to do was to have Zayn alive by the end of the beating and return to his home country. What was Rheasia going to do then? Smith’s plan was foolproof, and in any other universe, he might actually get what he wanted. The problem was, to Zayn Larson, his national champion was about as tough as a kitten.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.