𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "Y-you want to kill me?" "No, I want to ruin you." Death Hood. A cloaked serial killer that leaves behind blood trails, corpses with the same cause of death and nightmares that makes everyone forget what dreams are like. Everyone has thoughts and theories but not even the professionals could figure out Death Hood's motives or identity. However, all it took was for one girl, an assistant at Malik Creations, to have one glass too many of wine and a tempting case file to discover that the face under the skull mask is Harry Styles, the owner of a Halloween Store, when no one else could've. *this story contains mature and explicit themes* Started: June 28th, 2022. Finished: November 9th, 2023.

Was wenn du entführt wirst und die Entführer Geld haben wollen, aber von wem wenn du keine Verwandten mehr hast? Wenn du Angst hast zu sterben, weil keiner dir helfen kann? Was wenn du nicht mehr ruhig schlafen kannst? Was wenn du Angst hast etwas falsches zu sagen, nur um dann von einen der vier Jungs geschlagen zu werden? Was wenn sie von dir Sachen wollen, die du aber nicht willst? Wenn sie dich schlagen? Und vorallem wenn sie dich auch noch an jemanden verkaufen? Wird das Leben bei diesem jemand besser, oder nur noch schlimmer? So sieht das Leben der 19 jährigen Jess Smith aus. Sie wurde an ihrem 19. Geburtstag auf den Weg von der Disco nach Hause von vier Jungs entführt.

Stock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

Swans are known for their grace, beauty, love, trust, and loyalty but what happens when you open the danger within... • • • • As I looked at her my eyes fell on the necklace around her neck that shined under the lights. My eyes slowly widen to see the white gold swan. In someway she reminded me of one. She was graceful and beautiful but yet once you looked into her eyes you could see the darkness within.

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*