Class Zero

Hi, my name is Anika Henderson. I'm 18 and this is the story of my life in 2424. We are slaves to vampires The vampires are our Masters and we have no choice but to follow their commands. We are like insects, even insects are better than us because they're free. I just turned 18 and I'm being sent to the Lord of all vampires, a pure blood, to join the competition of who gets to be his whore/food. I refuse to be any of that, but you can't tell a king no without getting hurt right? Read on as Anika faces the competition with so many girls of class and status or both.

Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale.And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable.No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle!Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper.Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts.Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they?

The country is shocked to the core at the two brutal murders of two women from the high class society. Detective Frost and his assistant Jane are given the case where they start trailing the murders and find that all is not as it seems.It takes them to the moors of the countryside of England where murders and secrets are running galore.And in that Detective Frost is shocked when he finds a man who is something else but shows that he is not so. Accused of two murders, Lancelot Bradbury, the next in line to become the Earl of Bradbury is not what Detective Frost had expected. Neither did he expect to fall in love with the accused.Now he will go to any lengths to protect his love, no matter what the price!!!

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

To regain her freedom and leave the organization, she applied to take on a Class Z mission - the hardest levels of all missions. If she successfully accomplished the mission, she could finally get a chance to fall in love, create a family, and raise two dogs. However, her hopes and dreams were shattered. She failed and died! She could not accept that result at all! Not only that, she could never accept that she died! She was only willing to die when she could finally get what she wanted! So, what did she do? She defied the heavens for not even the Jade Emperor and Buddha could stop her! ***This novel is inspired and based on Back from the Dead by Miss_Lonely_Potato.***

'What's that from?' Daniel says, lifting my sleeve a little more to reveal the obvious bruise. Shit I forgot about that one, 'I bumped into my counter last night. You know me, I'm clumsy'. Daniel looks at me knowingly. I have to get to class, but I'll meet you at lunch. My treat.' I say, run off to class. That was a close one. She was compelled to work from a young age in order to support her parents' vices and her own education. She was the neglected child of alcoholic parents. Daily bruising was a reality. She went through a lot of suffering before she found the man who would save her.

'All men are same', were the words Starr lived by, pushing every man that came her way away. Until, Christopher Chariton walked into it, with his big smile and caring heart. Starr Hart is a fierce working class woman, who owes a publishing firm and was hurt by love a long time ago. Physically, psychologically, emotionally and mentally hurt, she vouched strongly against feelings, pushing everyone around her away. But then Chris Chariton, an author of love and romance, walks into her life and falls for her, without knowing about her vouch. He wills to do everything within his power to make her feel love again.

Anise Buccaneer had just submitted her resignation letter when her mother called. “Hey Anise, how’s your resignation going?” “I submitted my resignation form and will be coming home in a month.” “That's good, that's good.” Her mother sounded delighted, “Me and all the old ladies in town have found you a few decent suitors as blind dates when you come back. Let’s hope you can get married by the end of the year.” Then, she advised affectively, “Try not to linger on that man from the Renaults. He’s not like the rest of us common folks, he’s from another social class entirely.”

A Nigerian High School story.Tiwa Falade is your typical average teenager, not popular, not too brilliant, not in any way at the center of attention.Senior secondary school two was when these started taking another turn for her as she lost the best friend she’s had for years and mingled with people she saw as high class, people she never thought she’d even become friends with.This is the journey of a teenage girl and how she got entangled with love, academics, friendships, enmity, the need to feel among, self discovery, self esteem and lots more.She loved. She hated. She lost. She found. She learnt. This is the story of Tiwa Falade.

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.