this is a fan fiction based on the game rusty lake and its a mix of mystery and horror

Bowen was a lonely girl who filled her days by running down rural country roads. But that quickly changed when she discovered a decomposing body in an old shack. But, somehow, he wasn't dead. In fact, he was getting better, his fatal wounds healing themselves from beyond the grave. And from the moment he opened his eyes Bowen was dragged into a terrifying world she never could have imagined. *Completed* This is a FIRST DRAFT of my novel, of which the final version is available on Kindle and free on Kindle Unlimited. Cover by @_PaintingDaisies_

AGAIN. I need to underline that this story is mature. Reason : Drugs, sex, violence (mental and physical) and several stuff that isn't quiet good for everyone. You've been warned ! :D Plot : Karen Walden is only 22 years old in 1982. She studies Informatics in Houston and attends to Joe MacMillan's classes. Very soon, she discovers that her attraction for her charismatic teacher will quickly drag her deep in the hardest realities of the 80's, where everything is possible but at a price. [ADD: I'm frequently editing each chapter to correct my (horrible) grammar ... so, sorry if some words aren't well written, I'll correct everything !]

Jade Lewis is 22, and leaving her hellish hometown life in Virginia behind to pursue an acting career in the big city of Los Angeles, California. This story tells of her struggle in the extraordinarily competitive acting world, and of her growing bond with a quirky and rather eccentric actor/writer named Brandon Rogers. Find out where this journey takes her.

Yeah, again. I'm sorry, I had too much inspiration for a new fanfiction. ~ It will be short ! REMEMBER : THAT'S A FAN FICTION ~~ Plot : 2011. In a nice street of Manhattan district, Emma Harper, a 26 year old worker, just bought an apartment on the seventh floor of her building. And since the first day she arrived, she caught the eye of a man living accross the street, on the seventh floor of his building.

every day, maisie spent her afternoon in the little coffee-shop down the street. and every day, he was there to watch her. © leespace 2015