"If love could talk, hearts would never break." In which murder is mistaken for mercy, and love is mistaken for lies. #1 - madlove / psychopath #3 - insanity

Highest Rank: #8 in 'Killer' | Determined to have a good night, Scarlett Hayes heads home with a charming man she meets at the club, not realizing that he may or may not be the nefarious Brooklyn Ripper that's stalking New York City.

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

raise your glasses high, for tomorrow we will die, and return from the ashes.

SIREN SMILES AND MEDUSA EYES- DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY DEAR, OR THEY'LL BREAK YOUR HEART; IT'LL ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, DEAR, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. CEPARA © - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - 2017 → WATTPAD FEATURED STORY

What if a guy on the radio tells you how he died?

virtues are for fools, darling.

those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017

The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy

Prey meets predator under a starry night.