SAMPLE FROM THE BOOK 'WTTD'

HE LEFT THE alley, blood staining his hands and shirt. second death this month. a sly smirk found its way upon jimin's mouth, curving his plump lips into the epitome of evil. her screams replayed in his head and she applauded him, yoongi by her side. jimin ran a hand through his hair and let the voices take over.

MUSINGS OF A YOUNG AUTHOR

Being a writer is very hard at such a young age. I have grades and after school activities to worry about. Yet almost every time I publish a book it reaches number one on a tag I use. Writing is an outlet for me. When I'm stressed, I pour all of my feeling into my writings. I get inspiration anywhere; the classroom, home, or anywhere where there is color.

WHOLE CHAPTER FROM THE BOOK 'GLASS SLIPPER'

i waited outside of my classroom door for five minutes before i saw a running figure coming towards me yelling apologizes.
"i am so sorry that i am late i had to come from the other side of the school. anyways, my name is jae. and i love fairytales." she stuck her hand out for me to shake, and i did, feeling the warmth radiating from her hands onto me, causing my stomach to do backflips.
"hi, my name is jungkook. and i hate fairytales." she rolled her eyes and i chuckled coldly at the action, her eyes finding mine.
she went on her tippy toes and inspected my face, every detail from hair and brow down to my lips and jaw.
"like i said, you're ok." she turned, letting her coconut hair whip behind her figure.
i had to jog to keep up and once i did we actually had a normal conversation.
"why do you hate them again?" she stopped and i kept walking, making her tug on my hand.
"hate what?"
"fairytales."
"because they give false hope. that's it really." i shrugged and she curled her nose up in a disgusted way. i told her the truth. oh well.
"but they give people hope in general, so that's good." I realized that her hand was still latched onto mine.
she kept walking and once again i had to jog to keep up.
as soon as we got into the cafeteria we sat down and had the lunches that had been prepared by our mothers the day before.
she dug right in not caring that i was there. confident, i like it.
"is there something on my face?" she asked and i pulled the grin off of my face.
"no, why?"
"then stop staring and eat."
i did what she said and ate when i heard fast paced footsteps and pants i thought, jimin
"kookie! i need you to- who's this."
"my friend jae, why?"
"ok," he whispered "i've just never seen you with a girl."
he lifted his head from my ear and plastered on a smile for jae, "well i'll leave you alone! nice meeting you, jae! i hope we get along well."
"i have a feeling that we will." she responded before he left.
i turned to see a running jimin fade from my line of view before i turned back around, meeting the back of a book. snow white to be exact.
gasps and inaudible words could be heard from the other side of the hardcovered book.
i pulled the book from her and met her eyes, a surprised look glued onto her face.
"give it back!" she extended her arm and i did the same.
i got up and ran out of the room, leaving her dumbfounded and soon hearing fast paced footsteps behind me.
"catch me first, princess!"
"i want a fairytale, not a crown you pabo!"
i ran into the classroom and she chased me inside and jumped onto my torso, making me stumble a little bit before i kept running, her arms stuck around my neck and her legs around my waist. one of my hands supporting her surprisingly light weight and the other holding the book high.
"you little fucker, i'm not getting down until you give me my book!"
"i'm not letting you go, princess." i broke out into a fit of laughter and ran around the room again hearing her small yelps.
i sat down and she pulled her face out of my neck and looked at me, our faces inches apart and i could feel the blush creeping up on me.
she then got off my lap, grabbed the book and thanked me for the 'ride'.
she dragged a chair and sat across from me, studying my features as i did the same.
she started putting locks of her hair behind her ear while not leaving her gaze on my face.
"you're actually a little more than ok."
"so are you."