"Kill it." He ordered, his voice ice-cold and indifferent. Speechless, all I could do was stare. What was I meant to say? Hi, I'm your daughter, an adult female stuck in a child's body and I've been reincarnated into this world? His eyes were as red a blood, hair as dark as the ocean depths and had a voice that made a chill run down my spine. He was callous, psychotic and had a thirst for blood. My blood. Even worse. I was now his daughter.

She was a nobody who became a legend. Broken and betrayed, a servant girl with nothing seeks vengeance against those that hurt her landing her in the middle of the underworld power dynamics. This is the story of the maid who brought mafias to their knees. "One girl can change history."

She named him... She saved him... She cared... She loved... Don't you think its just reasonable to return the favor? _____________________________ The woods housed different creatures and its no stranger to Thalia but what is strange is the boy she met. The boy with no name...

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

Caught in the crossfire of a quirk war, pro-hero and Symbol of Peace Deku is captured. Saved and returned to a hospital, his body goes missing and he is presumed dead. He's found, alive, a few days later, but there's something different about him . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚. [contains: gore, cussing, major character death, female reader insert.] started on jan. 14, 2021 completed on oct. 18, 2021

*A reverse-harem fantasy romance* The female decline was swift. Birth rates dropped at an alarming rate, and within years, men across all realms grew restless and aggressive. Their desperation led to women being collected at birth and sold at auction, and humans gradually became one of the most sought after. Parents began hiding their daughters, birthing and stowing their females underground in a desperate attempt to keep them safe. Charlotte is one of them. Hidden from the men who would tear her family apart to get to her, she's accepted that she'll live her entire life within the thick walls of her childhood home. When the human government permits a large-scale raid, Charlotte is one of the unlucky women caught. Forced out of hiding and thrown into the home of three powerful demons, Charlotte must learn how to stay alive in a world she's only experienced through stories from her parents.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

She looked so adorable yelling at a man twice her size. Villain lifted her up and Kaia wrapped her legs around his waist. She cutely yawned and laid her head on Villain's chest. Kaia almost fell asleep, letting him take care of her. He lathered her hair in shampoo, skillfully using one hand. The other strong arm held Kaia up firmly. After properly conditioning her hair, he returned her to the shower floor. The petite girl grabbed onto Villain's biceps, almost falling. He made quick work of rubbing soap all over her small frame. It took every ounce of control in him, to not push her up against the shower wall and slip into her heat. When Kaia was completely clean and the soap was washed off, Villain held the shower door open. His tiny girl was tired, and he didn't want her to wait up for him. After giving Villain a sleepy smile, she left him to clean himself. She felt bad when the corner of her eye caught Villain turning the water cold. ♡♡♡♡♡ Mama says he'll have his way with me. Papa says he'll kill me. Only I know how he loves me in his own, twisted way. I'm the cancer taking over her body. I'm the nicotine, addictive and poisonous. I'm the villain. ♡♡♡♡♡ "Why do you want them to call you Villain? You're my hero." DISCLAIMER: THE MALE MC PRESENTS SOME TOXIC BEHAVIOR *CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT*