[COMPLETED] When down on her luck, Abby Redding lands a position as the personal assistant for wealthy businessman Alex Carter, her first assignment is to fix up his new cabin in a remote town. Things don't go as planned when an unsolved murder and a haunted cabin leave Abby Redding fighting for her life. Is her handsome boss hiding secrets? Or is there something more sinister afoot?

Being adopted is hard, being adopted by a serial killer is even harder. Cover by: Verde56

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

There’s something deadly creeping in the woods outside of the small, sleepy town of Willows. Something with eight legs, sharp fangs and a connection to a local man who died years ago. It needs to feed, and new-to-town Craig is about to find himself on the menu. From Amy Lukavics, author of DAUGHTERS UNTO DEVILS, comes a story that will tap into some of your most primal fears. Do you have what it takes to survive THE FEEDING?

Non tutte le scuole private sono un posto sicuro per dei ragazzi e la storia di Lauren Steels ne è la prova.

Ci era stato negato l'amore, la felicità, il desiderio. Eravamo costretti a non parlarci, a non guardarci e tanto meno a toccarci, ma nessuno di noi due aveva mai immaginato che solo la morte era in grado di darci ciò che ci era stato negato da vivi.