"Whatever you do, don't annoy him" "Oh him, yeah, don't make eye contact" "You can't sit there, that's where he sits" "He's a loser, but don't cross him" "I heard that he admitted it to his parents" "Don't talk to him and never trust him" "He isn't your typical freak. He's a murder" "The schools hardcore emo" "He should be in jail" "Trust me, he is a terrible person" These are all things Kirby Watts is told at her first week of her new school, all happen to be about 1 particularly quiet and mysterious boy named Ricky Olson, or as he once was known before; Ricky Horror.

He was known for torture, that's why they locked him up. No mercy was ever given, he was the devil. He told himself he would get better, but can the devil be saved? A devil that came in the appearance of a man; Ricky Horror. :: Best Hetero MIW fanfiction award 2017 :: ((Btw I totally think this book is an embarrassment))

Sequel to Sanity Note: These events take place after Morality, but they aren't related to each other. Crime AU | Ghorror | Angeless Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm. If you are easily triggered, proceed with caution.

Short stories based on famous urban legends and creepy pastas... Gayness is involved. All the guest writers write gay AF shit, incase you didn't notice. Please feel free to comment suggestions for both stories and guest writers.

Everyone has been falling on hard times, but when Devin's ass falls far enough, he's forced to return to an ex life. This life, of degrading and selling himself, was something he swore he'd never touch again. His shame, though, may be washed away when he crosses paths with a young exotic dancer at his previous employer, club Voodoo. Stripper AU | Ghorror | Angeless Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm.

Hands restrained to his bed, but no fight to break them, I sat in awe as I examined my new roommate. Beautiful dark black hair, that looked so silky and feathery to the touch, hung over his porcelain face. I wish I could see the color of his bleeding eyes. Without a voice or sound, he had stolen my heart. Suddenly, these padded walls no longer felt so cold. And my heart, began to beat again. Prison AU | Ghorror | Angeless Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm. If you are easily triggered, proceed with caution.