Crazed: (verb)- wildly insane or excited. He just wanted her to feel affection like he feels towards her, but she only wanted to run from fear. The door flung open, only to see a sight I'll never forget. Bright blood dripped down the masked man's arm, as he drug a paintbrush through it, creating streaks on his skin. A large empty canvas sat in front of him, some of his blood smeared across it, going in different directions. I shut the door closed not wanting to see further, my heart painfully beating. "Damn it, mouse!" Run. WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes, such as: use of violence, deranged thoughts, and scenes. If one is not comfortable with the following list, I do not recommend you to read. If you do read, please remember it's supposed to be a horror, and contain things like these. All Rights Reserved to xAlyOmax, 2015 ©

His cold fingertips brush against my hair as he tucks it behind my ear. His breathing is hard but he keeps it steady as he leans closer to me to whisper "No baby, I'm not addicted to drugs," he paused then placed his lips on my neck, "I'm addicted to you."

✓ "The day he lost his mind was the day he lost his heart." - He's a broken-hearted artist who's just left rehab with nothing but the clothes on his body. She's chosen living life waiting tables in a nearly bankrup café instead of going further on her career. He abhors the possibility of ever loving again and she doesn't even try to. But when their paths cross, their point of view might be changed. Because they don't really know how tough dealing with absence can be.

she tries to get away from him, even though she doesn't really want to, but he just won't stop calling, and her phone just won't stop ringing. © copyright 2014 julylashton

❝I'm not good for you.❞ ❝You're perfect for me.❞ ❝Staying with me could get you killed.❞ ❝And I wouldn't regret a single thing.❞ copyright © 2014-2015 harrystmh

She holds his future in her hands, while he cradles her heart in his.

[ DISCONTINUED ] In which two writers meet in a bustling café in the big city of Chicago. A Harry Styles fan fiction. All Rights Reserved 2016 © kobiks

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

I'm no psychopath baby... I'm good with a twist. * * * * * * After six years of living abroad, Evelyn Luxes moves back to her home town to live with her mum. There she catches up on everything she had missed since she was gone. And along the way she finds out about a most-wanted criminal. Who's anonymous to everyone, and never have been caught. Evelyn being curious, decides to investigate about this and try to somehow catch him. But what happens when she finally find him? Or turn it the other way around, he finds her. Will she able stop him? Or will she be his next victim? * * * * * * Copyright © 2015 by Christina Johnson. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of Christina Johnson.

[COMPLETED] You never know what you have until you are about to lose it.