Number Phobia

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?

Tahimik lang si Beth at walang kaibigan. Halos lahat ng estudyante sa university na pinapasukan niya ay binu-bully siya. And his number one bully was no other than his oh-so-hot neighbor, Kian. One day, she found herself in a dreadful situation. She was stock between, being Kian's woman or her scandal will be expose. Days later, they are suddenly. . . married

Many times I have seen people struggling to talk with strangers or in public places. This was due to anxiety and nervousness that happens unintentionally in our body. We can’t control them but have to overcome them. I came across the word “Glossophobia” in 2014 when I was working on how to overcome stage fears. I have seen my friends and myself struggling to talk with strangers or to speak in public. There are cases where I have acted speechless. This is where the idea arrived and I have created a character “Abhirath Srivastav” who cannot talk with strangers or in public places due to a phobia called “Glossophobia”. The Character Abirath Srivastav does not represent any real life personality, it is solely of my imagination. The story “ The only hope” is a love story set in the style of 1994. The story is about an orphan boy who suffers from glossophobia; he can't talk to strangers or in public places. He finds it hard to stay in an orphanage and escapes to find a better place in his life. He meets a Christian girl in an unknown village and becomes her best friend. He speaks to her, but not to any other villagers. Things are not, however, what was expected. Half of the villagers migrate to another place for work, and they take the boy with them. The boy has to leave his favourite place and his only best friend. After 12 years, however, he meets her and here how the story takes its turn.

Blurb: “Rule number one, no harm comes to my daughter. Rule number two, don’t you dare touch me.” Austin’s voice was cold, sharp as ice. “Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Alyssa stammered, nodding without daring to meet his gaze. --- At twenty-two, Alyssa Stewart had her whole life planned out; graduate from New York State University and head to LA to chase her dream of becoming an architect. But when her long-term boyfriend betrays her with her best friend and runs off with their savings, her future crumbles. Penniless and heartbroken, she crosses paths with Austin Hook. A prominent attorney and grieving widower, Austin lost his wife in a tragic accident and now struggles to raise their young daughter alone. When his daughter’s nanny quits unexpectedly, Alyssa, on impulse offers to help, just until he can find a replacement. But what happens when his daughter, Keren, grows attached to Alyssa and starts wishing she could be her mom? Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the ghosts of their past keep them apart? Read this book to find out. The Billionaire’s Nanny by Queenebunoluwa15

Viana Carter swore she’d never fall for trouble. But trouble has a name and it's Alvin Monroe. The arrogant hockey star, number one campus heartthrob and now her brand-new stepbrother. One kiss shatters every boundary, and soon jealousy, sabotage, and family secrets pull them into a dangerous spiral of passion they can’t ignore. Loving him is forbidden. Wanting him is reckless. But losing him might destroy them both.

For 23 years old woman, Gia Florence went through lots of breaks up and she never been in a relationship for more than six months. All because she ends up being cheated or any other reason. She always thinking of a fairytale where the princess meets her prince charming and they live happily ever after but didn't find the right guy to be her prince charming yet until one day, she encounters Lucas Santiago who also her father's business client. She had this feeling that he is different from any of her ex and wants to get to know him. She tries various ways to get his attention but it's hard than her thought. So, she gains all her courage and tries again and again. ***** I waited for a few rings before he picks it up. "Hey Lucas, it's me, Gia," I said. "Yes, I know it's you, Miss Florence. What do you want?" He asks. "You save my number?" I ask to ignore his question. "Even if I didn't save your number, I'd probably already memorize your number because this is not the first time you call me. So, what do you want from me, Miss Florence? I am busy right now," "Come on, it's weekend. Stop working on the weekend, will you? Take a rest and enjoy the weekend." "If you don't have anything important to say, then bye." "Wait! Don't hang up yet." "Yes?" He asks and I know he annoyed right now. "Can you accompany me for dinner tonight?" I ask hoping he will agree. "No." With that, he hangs up. I look at the screen and sigh. ***** Wants to know what happens? Give it a shot! It will be a roller coaster love story but also it is worth it to read it.

Black is a teenager with an illness that prevents him from seeing any colors. To add to this, whenever he interacts with people that don't have any colors, he can't feel any emotions, so he ended up isolating himself for years. After transferring schools, he meets a number of other people that he can see the colors of, and along with friendship, he finds out what each of them has kept hidden deep in their hearts.

Felicia Turner did not expect to be that crazy to accept a deal with her big boss, even though she knew the rumours were spreading about how annoying and creepy the alpha Lionel Walton was—being the contract lover of the number one alpha? Money has made her forget reality! So, what's next for Felicia? Will her life be safe, or will Lionel and his admirers give Felicia a headache that will disturb the omega's pheromones?

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead. In his hand, he was still holding a staff ID tag. The secretary’s name was on the tag. I broke down crying. My husband, Zac Davis, had blocked my number so I could not reach him. After I completed the hospital procedures, Zac finally returned my call. He sounded very angry and impatient, “Did you fetch our son? Why didn’t you inform me? Don’t you know that we’re all waiting for him to pass us the agreement? Just send the document over now!” After that, he immediately hung up and blocked my number again. I stared at the notification on my phone and sneered. I was going to snatch your clients and force you into a dead end!

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.