"I kill people. It pays well, but it's not universally socially acceptable." A man who's job is to be a ruthless killing machine and a girl who is caught up in falling for the machine.

Emma Rodriguez is 17 and is transferring into her last year of high school before she graduates. But when loosing her p.e teacher in a terrible car accident a handsome, tall and breathtaking man takes her place. He goes by Mr Styles and grows an attachment to Emma, little did she know that he will become controlling of her and want her for the wrong reasons. Emma is scared.... //strong language, sexual content, you get it//

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

A girl who has a stutter and a boy who has brown locks and tattoos "hello" he said tapping on my shoulder "o-oh h-hi" I said trying not to let my stutter show but I obviously failed....

"Daddy, I'm your best doll aren't I?" - - - - In which a sixteen year old is flawed to others but she's a perfect doll to her daddy. - - - - - - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED KNEESUCKZ ®

"Run, Rosalie, run," his deep voice sung, almost like a sick nursery rhyme. His words swirled around me, each syllable like a needle stabbing into my skin. I knew he was trying to torment me, but all I wanted to do was get away from him. I kept running, the muscles in my legs burning furiously, but I dared stop in case I was caught. "Everything you're running from is still in your head." I scrunched my face up, trying my hardest to ignore his words as I sped away from him. But I knew he was right. Even if I out ran him, his presence was still in my mind, slowly turning me insane. I heard his bellowing laugh behind me as cold hands gripped my waist from behind, sharp fingernails piercing into my skin. "Running from your problems is a race you'll never win," he whispered, his hot breath burning my ear. "I'll always beat you." And he was right.

❝Please stop!❞I suck in a sharp breath trying to push him away. He gropes my butt while staring coldly into my eyes. ❝I'm going to treat you like the little slūt you are!❞ He whispers darkly into my ear, his warm breath fanning over my cold skin. I close my eyes trying to suppress all my ironical desire for his lips. ❝I'm not a slūt!❞ I shriek turning my head away from him. Trying to catch a breath of cold air because the fire between us is consuming everything. ❝I'll make you PAY!❞ He growls pushing me to the wall harshly. He pushes his body against mine and I let out involuntary whimpers. She is FIRE. He is ICE. They are different but they will kill you all the same. ~•~•~•~•~•~ Kismet - Destiny; Fate. Feeling that her past has given her enough, Allison decides to start over. Turn a new leaf and never look back, knowing that every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. New people in her life make it worthwhile until things take a different turn and she wishes her past was her present. Lies and Deep dark secrets come to life. What happens when she falls into the arms of Harry, a secretive and complicated stud, who has his own demons that need slaying?

"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That's right." Then Harry's lips were pressed viciously onto mine. But this kiss wasn't about passion. No. It was about power. Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made, I felt helpless and out of control. Which was exactly what he wanted. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 in Future

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

❝I hurt people; especially pretty girls like you ❞ In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity. And the music only stops when a demented man says so. ➳ Criminal psychology student Tahlia Meyers finds her world in disarray after being assigned to observe an infamous serial killer, who in turn, takes an uncanny interest in the girl. [ © Cluelessdaddy 2017] •Featured in Mystery• •#2 in Mystery-Thriller•