They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.

(i'm very embarrassed of this phase of my life but i'm only keeping this up cuz it's done well and some of the comments are funny asf) [COMPLETED] Everyone had always had 'normal' soulmate marks, such as small marks, smudges, or hand prints. But not Y/n. Y/n had a coil-like mark flowing up from the wrist of her dominate hand, all the way up to her elbow. No one knew what it meant; not the doctors, not the teachers, not her parents, not even Y/n understood. What happens when Y/n finds that her soulmate is a 10 foot tall, faceless man in a suit? Read on to find out! A/n: this is a soulmate AU. This story includes mature language and contains blood dicriptions, read at your own free will! [19,936 words total in this book]

Sally sings a song you used to always sing to her when she was alive. She never forgot it even after she was murdered. You never forget the song and you're determined to prove your little girl isn't actually dead.

You were leading an honest, quiet, boring life as a young translator. That was before your dear aunt, Kate Laswell, asked for a big favor, which is helping Captain Price to go undercover in Russia to hunt down an infamous millionaire terrorist, Anton Belaev. As Price's wife. This is no easy task, going all the way to Moscow with a man you've only heard about from your aunt. Your first meeting with the Captain was not positive, which only created tension between the two of you. {does not follow the campaigns} {female reader}