A haunting has never been so complicated or fun. Vel Shamrock has never been normal and is definitely NOT lucky. She's the unforgiving, snarky ginger girl the whole school hates and whose own sister expects to go crazy-just like their mom. Vel is, in fact, going a little crazy-she must be because only crazy people wake up every night at the same time paralyzed as they watch themselves leave their body, unable to remember anything, right? Wrong, Vel isn't lucky enough to be going crazy. Instead, she's just unlucky enough to be haunting the new guy at school-the one she's falling for. *2nd place in the 2020 Skyfall Awards for Teen Fiction barbaramay91 / Barbara May © 2020. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopy, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations in critical reviews and other non-commercial uses permitted by the copyright law. Any infringement on the copyright is punishable by law.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Evoking the paranoid tension of Rosemary's Baby and the unnerving atmosphere of the cult horror film Jacob's Ladder, The Cracks in the Labyrinth is a disturbing psychological thriller set in present-day Caracas, where the government has devolved into a "democratic dictatorship"-a creepy suspense novel meant to challenge your deeper, subconscious fears of losing control. It consumed the sanity of an entire country... And it was not from this world. It couldn't have been. Whatever caused the incident known as "The Red Christmas" drove Venezuela into madness. Even ten years since it happened, none of the survivors of that night dare to attempt to make sense of it all, including Adam. Living ostracized to hide from the brutal way of life in Caracas, he's working tirelessly as an online writer to help his brother and sister flee the country. Now, as he's about to have enough money to take them to safety, he receives an email from his old girlfriend ... which is remarkable, considering she's been presumed dead for years. Adam tries to think nothing of the email or the broken video file attached to it. He convinces himself that it has to be a computer virus of some kind until he discovers something terrifying: the video might link his sister to the worst night of his life, the night his girlfriend went missing, the night of "The Red Christmas". Then he realizes this could be a threat; his sister's life could be in danger. As he starts to investigate who sent the video, Adam begins to uncover dark truths about his neighbors and finds evidence that there might be a larger conspiracy at play. The problem is that he's starting to suffer from hellish hallucinations that make him question what is real. Soon, the only clear thing to him is that someone doesn't want him to dig up the past. Will Adam be able to stay sane long enough to find out what really happened the night of "The Red Christmas"? Will he succeed in helping his family escape the country?

In Revenant, the third installment in the Dark Rituals series, Colina grows in power and ability-and faces danger like never before. Now Colina is being forced to raise an undead army for a madman set on unleashing the demons of hell and reverting the world back to a state of chaos. In fact, he's already started: death dealers are dying by the hundreds, blamed for the evil acts that Colina unknowingly committed. Torn between the romantic attentions of Luke and Dean and unable to trust her own deathly abilities, Colina has nowhere to turn. Will the darkness finally consume her soul? Content and trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence, death and demonic possession.

Colina Campbell had no choice but to seek the ways of the death dealers. After surviving three terrifying rituals, she's embracing her new power-but it comes at a price. Now she must use her wits to root out a serial killer and escape a Research Hospital. Even if she makes it out alive, the nightmare's just beginning-who knows what's waiting for her in the darkness? Content and trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence, death and demonic possession.

Looking for a spooky read? (Reworked as a New Adult series so expect some spice!) She'll do anything for vengeance, even confront death itself. Born a healer, nineteen-year-old Colina has been taught to fear dark magic. But now vengeance and survival are her only goals, and she seeks the help of the Death Dealers-dark mages who wield the death arts, drawing their power from the spirits of the unsettled dead. Colina asks a death dealer named Luke for help. Little does she know convincing him to train her will be the easiest part of her journey. Three dark rituals, each more terrifying than the last. If she survives her trials, what will she become? Content and trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence, death and demonic possession. Best Suspense 2014 Wattpad Prize Winner

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

Warning: This book is an alternative view of my book ITAAS. It can NOT be read as a stand alone unless you don't mind being extremely confused. ------------------------ Then she decided to torture me by pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. I hated it when she did that. It made it impossible to think of anything else but kissing her. And just like that my mind was away, and I shamelessly thought of what it would feel like to kiss her. What her lips would taste like, where my hands would go. Where my mind would go.. My self-control was always hanging by a small tiny piece of thread whenever I was with her. If she had no lasting memory, I would pull her into my lap and kiss the living daylights out of her. Right here, right now. But I couldn't. -------------------------- Curious about Ethan Blythe? Wondering what perverted/whipped thoughts were going through his mind at each and every conversation. Then no fear, read along to find what Ethan was REALLY thinking. -------------------------------- This is not a formal book and has pretty much the same story line as ICTAAS. This means there will be no upload schedule and it will be uploaded whenever I have time/am bored. So, basically expect slow updates. If you're curious abut what happens next, you can just read the other book lol. ----------------------------- THIS BOOK IS COPY-RIGHT PROTECTED! DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TAKE THIS WORK AND PUT IT ANYWHERE ELSE. I WILL FIND YOU AND YOU WILL PAY THE CONSEQUENCES.

➪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ᴘʀᴏ-ʜᴇʀᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ➪ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ! ➪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʜᴀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʀɪᴋᴏsʜɪ. ➪ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ➪ ɪ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ USJ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs UA ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ. Tʜᴇ ɴᴏ. 3 ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ, ᴀ 16-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀss 1-A's sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ. Sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss sᴀғᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ, ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀssᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ's ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ? Credit for the quirk in this story goes to @vote4kiba and be sure to go check out their Bakugo x Reader story, Protecting You! ➪ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ: 3/23/21