"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

Aria's breath hitched when the light flickered back "P-professor... Ezekiel," she stammered, her voice breaking. Sweat dampened her palms, sliding down her temple. Gabriel leaned his head back against the chair, eyes gleaming under the dim bulb. GABRIEL's AMORE #Upcoming December 2025

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

After a year of being away from Woodsboro Amara is back. Suspicions were high since Amara showed up just hours before her ex best friend was murdered but she was left alive. Was it because of luck? Doubt it. STATUS: Ongoing OcxBillyloomis or is it StuMacherxOc Guess you'll have to read find out.. The original story and plot is still the same but there are some major changes that were made for my Oc and other characters for the better . Hope you enjoy reading!! WARNINGS Drug use (only for anxiety) Supernatural Voodoo Mature Violence Blood Gore Assault Dark I don't own ghost face or any of the characters but my OC. Undergoing Editing HIGHEST RANKS #1 in Horrorromance #1 in possessive behavior #1 in Billyloomis #1 in SkeetUlrich #1 in Scream1996 #1 in Stumacher #4 in Billyloomisxoc

Pre-Series. Evelyn Shelby, the wife of Thomas Shelby, is thankful that her husband has survived the Great War. However, she isn't sure how to cope with the memories of the man before the war to the one that has come home and taken his place.

𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑨| ᴺᴼᵁᴺ ❝an overwhelming urge to run away❞ 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 ©𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

Tommy has lost all trust in those around him. After the betrayal of Grace he isn't willing to make the second mistake twice. Annabelle Thorn was employed to work at Arrow House by Mr Shelby and neither understood what they had signed up for.

You are consumed by your fear. Which is why you have the greatest potential. Jonathan Crane has long been immune to fear. Until he becomes afraid to lose Sienna, junior psychologist at Arkham. Sienna's been haunted by scarecrows since a serial killer hid inside one and murdered her family. And now, almost twenty years later, a scarecrow prepares to haunt her once more. He'll do whatever it takes to keep from losing her. She'll do whatever it takes to become immune to fear.