When you've been a victim all your life, falling in love with a serial killer doesn't seem all that bad. It had been two years since people in New Hale have started going missing. Yet without any bodies found, it's unclear whether this is pure coincidence or the work of a genius serial killer. Lucy Starling starts her life at university with hope. Hope that her awful time in high school would not be repeated here. Hope that her family would stay safe in these uncertain times. And hope that her missing best friend is still alive out there somewhere. But all that hope is crushed when the first body is found. And she is the prime suspect. As though her life couldn't get worse, Lucy manages to catch the attention of the real killer. Yet instead of giving in to despair, she surprises him by falling in love. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢? *** 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗗: Killer x Victim Serial Killer Yandere Stalker Bullying Innocent Girl x Murderous Guy Slow Burn Love Triangle Reverse Harem Stockholm She falls first but he falls harder

This story will become FREE on August 30th, 2023! Hudson Caldwell is being stalked, but the cops don't believe her. Can she unravel the truth before it consumes her? * * * * * Just when Hudson Caldwell's life is finally coming together, an unwavering paranoia threatens to tear it apart. Someone is following her - that's the feeling she gets every time she leaves her downtown Chicago apartment. After a failed attempt to file a police report, Hudson's stripper best friend gifts her with an unregistered firearm, but the weapon isn't enough to stop an attack in the middle of the night. When rookie cop, Myles Young, responds to a complaint of gunfire, he instantly falls for Hudson's quiet vulnerability and shattered past. He vows to keep her safe - much to the dismay of his case-hardened partner. As their relationship intensifies, the identity of Hudson's stalker slowly comes to light. But the closer Myles comes to solving the mystery, the more he realizes he's in over his head. WARNING: This story is a NA romantic suspense and contains references to mental illness and sexual abuse. Cover created by me, using MidJourney and Canva Pro. Down Came the Rain copyright © 2016 Darly Jamison All rights reserved. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Notice: This document is not authorized for upload or use with artificial intelligence systems or platforms. Any attempt to upload, analyze, or process this content using AI technology is strictly prohibited.

When a mysterious killer started wiping out the city's prettiest, meanest, most scandalous girls, Eleo thinks she's safe. She's none of those things. She's just a clumsy, overworked college student with zero dating experience. That is, until she does something spectacularly dumb that inevitably put her in his path. Now, instead of living her quiet, peaceful life, she's dealing with: • ‌A ridiculously good-looking serial killer who won't leave her alone. • ‌Death threats that sound suspiciously flirty. And, Eleo's got two options: 1. Find out who the killer is before he "accidentally" falls in love with her. 2. Die. ...And dying sounds 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 inconvenient. 🚨 Not a tutorial. Do NOT attempt.

And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

"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

"I'm fascinated by everything you do. Your smile, your touch, your laughter. Believe me or not, I have spent my entire life waiting for this moment." "Was I in your dreams?" "I rarely sleep. My mind has this scary capability of being dark and twisted." "Are you afraid of it?" "No," he lit up a cigarette. "I embrace it." Drama/Mystery/Psychological Thriller WARNING: contains mature content

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

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[ON HOLD] "𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞, 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. "𝐏𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐬 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ What happens when Richard Knight, the richest businessman in the United States dies in his own house? It disturbs the working of the entire nation, entangling six people in a web making them play the game of life and death. Maya D'Souza, the wife, Hayden Knight, the younger brother and Rajveer Singhania, the business rival are the prime suspects of this murder. Each of them having their own reasons, secrets and an image to protect but that's almost impossible when you have the entire FBI behind you and the world is enjoying the scandal of your life. Siddharth Grover, the head of FBI leading this inspection of the murder along with Riccardo D'Angelo and Olivia Forbes is hell bent to find the guilty and destroy their entire life before putting them behind the bars for life. On the other hand is Rysa Kapoor who would do anything to protect her best friend, Maya, even if it means she has to frame someone. But the question that remains is, Who Killed Richard Knight? "Shhh... wo ek Raaz hai."