Hello!

My name is Alize but I bet you have already figured it out. I want to consider myself an author, but I haven't published any books. Yet.

I have writen a story about a girl named Synthia who is an angel. A dangerous one, but only when she wants to. The prologue takes place after the end of a battle with demons, or you could call them werewolves (which are very disgusting creautures in my story. I had almost puked once -well not really, but you get the picture).

Since stories that are not based on books are not allowed here, I've deleted the story and upload it on www.fictionpress.com. My name is exactly the same and so is the name of the story. The adress is http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2687457/1/Synthia_Prologue

I'm not going to write anything more than just the prologue, and I'm really not confident about publishing anything so I would really appreciate it if you didn't steal my idea. Thanks!

I don't know what else I can say. The prologue is musterious but the rest of the book is not. Anyway, I just wanted to post it, so you can tell me if you love it or hate it. So please go and read it. As an author in progress, I would really love your opinion, so I can improve my writing (or quit writing if I suck that much).

So there it is! Send me your love or hate! And... now I'll stop mumbling and all the drama.

Thanks for reading this and I'm waiting for your comments!

Bittting nails nervously,

Alize

A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down!

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gives him a big hug

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she could live.

Find a guy whos calls you beautiful instead of hot,

Who calls you back when you hang up on him,

Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats,

Who holds your hand in public and in front of his friends and family.

Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you.