confessions and letters never sent.

Dilara Caesar moved to Stanford Hill after going to a private school her whole life, she wants to live her senior year as a normal high school student. The Giovanni's are one of the most dangerous mafia groups in California, but no one in their school knows that. Dilara crosses paths with Adriano Giovanni and her plans of having a normal senior year go up in flames.

When a young and homeless Blake gets picked up by a kind passerby woman, she invites him to stay at her house until he gets back on his feet. It seemed like he hit the jackpot, and his luck was finally turning around until he started to notice questionable things, and hear strange noises in the middle of the night. Did he really get saved from living on the streets? Or was he now in danger?

[ UNEDITED ] READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! Let's be honest. What could possibly be worse than a 4 night stay in a 'haunted hotel'. Angeline, John, Max, Marcus, Ashlynn and myself, grouped together and assigned to stay in Room 414 of Resident Hotel. Creepy receptionist, elevator stopping at random floors, weird screaming at night, sudden deaths of students and seeing things only a person with a third eye could see. This is our story. *RESIDENT HOTEL IS A FICTIONAL HOTEL WHICH I MADE UP MYSELF.

This story is based on a group of teenage friends that went into an haunted house and decided to play a game. Then when they've started the game, no matter what, out of the 8 of them only 1 person survive. Read and find out more on the type of dares or truth they are asked to do or say (which is very much dangerous). If they lie or don't do the dare, their souls will be taken to hell, and bad things will happen. PS. This story has some similarities between movie and novels. I hope you all wouldn't mind. I forgot to mentioned earlier. Sorry for my mistake. But I hope you all do continue to read and support thank you. Forgot to mention this story was written when I were 13 years old so please bare with me :) Follow me: Wattpad: @karishma357

Ze had ogen blauwer dan de reinste lucht, een huid even licht als krijt, een glimlach zo onschuldig als een pasgeboren kind, en iedereen verachtte haar.