ARES I was named after the God Of War.Trained at a young age to be nothing but ruthless.To be the best assassin the Makris Mafia Family has ever seen. It was supposed to be a simple mission assigned from my Uncle.Protect my twin brother Apollo Makris from danger while he's at college.He abandoned our family and I was supposed to protect him. The funny thing is about War, Love is always involved in some way. Her name was Naya Andrews,my brother's best friend. I hated her. Her attitude.Her mouth.How fucking beautiful she always looks. She was my kryptonite ..she was my weakness. Little did I know she would be my darkest deception. ------------------------------ NAYA PROTECT the abandoned son of the Makris Mafia family. A simple job really. At least that was until his brother comes into the picture. He embodied everything that Apollo wasn't. Everything I always craved. I shouldn't get attached, we aren't supposed to be friendly. But I can't hide the way my heart and body feel when I'm around him.

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]