COMPLETED. Read to find out. *** Disclaimer: I do not own tokyo ghoul

You clutched your necklace tightly and snuggled underneath the covers in your new house. Waiting in silence you held your breath and listened. A creak in the floor made your heart thump quickly. A frown washed over your face as you pretended to be sleeping when you heard more creaks and footsteps until they stopped at the end of your bed. A hand was on your neck now. Soft at first then a bit harder. You bit it. Quickly the hand retracted and a grunt echoed in your new large room. You sat up and turned the lamp on as a large man with a hockey mask stood there, rubbing his hand where you bit him. Blood coated his shirt. "Jason Voorhees, you know better than to try and scare me!" You laugh as his clear blue eyes glared at you. In the corner of your room stood a white masked man staring at you both. You smiled at your friends. "I'll go to bed and get Freddy. Then you wake me up, forehead." You laugh and lay back down after turning the lamp off. You and your three killers. Your killers. No one elses. Just yours. ---- (A/N) This story takes place in like real life. Imagine you in this exact situation and how big of a fangirl you are and like you're actually meeting them.

Ava, an innocent small-town girl, gets sucked into the world of underground fighting when she catches the eye of Shawn Michaels, the irresistibly hot reigning champion. ***** Ava McAdams isn't sure what to expect when she moves to Boston for college. Her sheltered upbringing leaves her exposed to a harsher world, and one complicated male in particular -- Shawn Michaels, the tattooed and intimidating underground fighter who is nothing like anyone she has ever met before. But is falling for him worth the risk of knowing she might lose him every time he enters the ring? [word count: 100,000 - 150,000 words] Cover designed by Ren T