Summary: You are drawn to the thrill of horror, a fan of all things macabre. On a chilling Halloween night, your obsession leads you down a path of darkness as Art the Clown takes an interest in you, one that goes far beyond a typical haunting. ~~ Warning: this isn't a really lovey dovey book like most are, this book I tried to make as close as possible to the real art himself. If gore and blood isn't your thing then I don't recommend it, if you can't handle mental torture then this book isn't for you either.

Highest rank: #1 in bgwb #1 in affair #1 in scandal #2 in horror #1 in segregation #2 in blackgirl #6 in south #40 in ghost The men chuckled and slammed there drinks. "Tell me about what's been bothering you ole Joe ." Sam leaned back into his chair. "Nothin much, just...Wesley." He mumbled . "What about him?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "The kids got his own imagination you know? Talking about sum negro ghost." ©This story belongs to me,storyyeller123 meaning this story is mine and legal actions can be taken if you decide to claim it as your own. Photos are not mine I don't own them.

A story about 17 year old girl named Yanna she meets a man and after her life will never be the same after this summer as more secrets and lies start to unravel.

Cover by: @Enny101 Christian DeLuca is a very successful businessman with little regard for anyone he doesn't consider family, he's found work and life easier this way. What happens when he finds himself consumed by one thing, or rather one person, Alesha Moore. His plans are to get her, keep her and never let her find out about his title as a kingpin in the Italian mafia. *** "Alesha, where do you think you're going?" he asked in a deep and unsettling tone. "I just saw you commit mass murder Christian. I can't be a part of this world, your world. I'm not built for this life, if this is who you are then.." I let out a humorless chuckle. "I couldn't stomach today let alone the rest of my life. I need to leave, and you need to let me." My voice was so low, even breaking toward the end. Each word provoked tears to spill from my eyes and even more came rushing when I could see how what I said must've felt like daggers to his chest. "You can either stay and talk to me or calm down outside and we'll talk when you're ready, but you are NOT leaving me." His once sexy, endearing voice turned cold and sent frightening shivers throughout my body and I don't know who was staring back at me, but I could no longer see my Christian, not the man I love. *** This book contains mature language AND images, if you find that unsettling, I promise this is not the book for you 😬

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat