When a weekend trip to a remote winter lodge turns into a waking nightmare, (Y/n) finds herself stranded in a snow-choked wilderness with something inhuman picking off her friends one by one. As trust crumbles and paranoia spreads, betrayal cuts deeper than any claws ever could. Left for dead and stalked by a creature that wears the faces of the people it kills, (Y/n) has no choice but to rely on the very monster that tore her life apart. What begins as a fragile, uneasy truce twists into something far darker and far more possessive. Because the thing in the woods isn't just hunting her anymore. It's learning. And it's never letting her go. #1 in #skinwalker #1 in #gore #1 in #yanderexreader #1 in #disturbed #1 in #possession #1 in #survival #1 in #yandere #1 in #infatuation #1 in #horror #1 in #sadist #1 in #forcedlove #1 in #reader #1 in #violence #1 in #violent #1 in #protective #1 in #stockholm

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

**I Do not own thiis world or the Gen 2 Characters***  Micah Carson Heir of Carson Industries, balancing College relationships and more. When a once forbidden love from when he was 16 returns  He finds himself dealing with way more than he ever intended. College, Family, Freinds and now a blast from the past, Insecurities and more. This is a dark Fanfiction please read the triggers

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

Freya Jones is a psychiatrist, trying to understand the psychotic minds for a specific Psych ward, Oak Valley Psychiatric Hospital. Recently, she was given a patient, Archer Williams, who was known for murdering his last 23 shrinks. She walks into the interrogation room to see Archer strapped down giving her a cold glare and a smirk on his face. "Come to fix me?" He asked intriguingly.