𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 "You're a monster," I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks, my voice echoing in the empty room. And all I received was his face, menacingly morphed into a sinister smile. It crawled up his lips like a shadow taking form, as if he finally found me catching the reality. His head tilted left ways, casting his features in something far crueler than darkness. "Yes I am." He replied. There are two types of monsters - one, that gets furious on being called one, whose words bleed in cruelty, inhumanity and sins. They'll snarl, snap at you, deny but at the end, they'd be humans in their cruelest form. But the other one - they smile on being called a monster. Their smiles are the darkest, unfurling in a slow, cruel silence. And when that smile touches their lips, know that you're never finding your way out of their world. You're already theirs. And I, I'm trapped in his world, the world I once wanted to escape but later on became my home and the only place of comfort. • "I'll break you till each piece has my name. And then, I'll make you like the way I want to see." •

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing

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"I fucking hate you, you're such a prick!" I yelled hoping he can finally get it under his thick skull. All he does is stare back at me with that tantalizing gaze. I looked away, not being able to take his hard stare anymore, but he used his two fingers to set my chin back in place. We were eye to eye once more. And I was still melting from the inside. "No, you don't." His sultry tone pulls me in more. Fuck! Why is he so irresistible to me? Why can't I find it in myself to truly hate Jeremiah Fisher? "I very much do." I tried with all my might to fight back. I won't allow him to keep such a tight hold on me. "Then why are you in my bed, sweetheart?" ~ • Enemies to lovers • Read it and find out :p • I do not own any of the characters (minus Angelina) • unedited • smut heavy just to warn u

Every time Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, he was constantly reminded of the most traumatic moment of his life. He grew to hate himself until Namiko randomly waltzed into his life one day and began teaching him how to love himself again. It was as if she was his second chance. He'd been so pissed off all night to the point where he was physically shaking like a ticking bomb. This one hug from her felt like the rainbow after a severe thunderstorm. He couldn't believe that his sanity really depended on her. He'd never reached this point of love before. She brought him so much peace. That's why he loved her the way that he did; the reason why he couldn't stand to spend a single second away from her and why he depended on her to keep him sane. She was just it; like a breath of fresh air. He never expected the woman that ended up stealing his heart would be a real life Disney Princess wandering cluelessly around New York City; an autistic one, at that.

"Why couldn't I have had a normal life? Why do you have to be so... you?" // "This is the hand you've been dealt, Sophia. There's nothing you can do about it. Play the game the best you can with the cards you've got. That's all you can do."// "I don't want to play the game any more, James." I weep and see his look of sympathy, or as close to it as he can get. "You've ruined me." // "I didn't mean to, Sophia, truly. I just wanted to make you like me, that was all. I wanted to have someone that would understand me, how I act and how I feel. I wanted that person to be you." **CURRENTLY BEING EDITED** IN THE PROCESS OF BEING EDITED, PLEASE BEAR WITH THE ERRORS AND PLOT HOLES

He watched from a distance as she played. Running through the park, chasing something from her imagination, he'd never seen her so happy. It was the day of her sixth birthday. Her long red hair and blue eyes along with her bright purple party dress caught the eyes of many visiting the park that day. He'd been watching her for weeks, he knew that today was the day. Should he go back without the girl, he'd surely be punished. With them was where she was meant to be. The girl wandered farther away from the crowd, dancing and spinning to music that only she could hear. The family was completely unaware, still preparing food on their picnic table. The girl's mother carefully placed six candles into the brightly frosted cake. They were distracted and he knew that it was time. She kneeled beside a tree picking clovers from the ground, out of sight of everyone. No one even even glanced in their direction. In only a second he was beside her. She didn't know what was happening until it was too late. He knew it was what he had to do. So he took her. ~ ~ ~ After twelve years of training in one of the most elite assassination groups in the world, Bella Price is returned to the life she was forced to forget. When the agency she was raised in is exposed and taken down by the American government, she is placed back into the arms of the family that she once had. Having forgotten the feeling of true emotion, she fights to regain the humanity that was once ripped away from her.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵... After the tragic separation from William and Dan, Elizabeth has to navigate the dangerous medieval-like world on her own, where not all the monsters look like ones. 🕓 ✨New chapters every Wednesday and Friday!

The brother of her late (and mysteriously dead) fiancé has questions. So does she. But when people around her keep dying and Prudence is always nearby, suspicion creeps in. To uncover the truth, she must navigate a web of secrets, lies, and quiet revenge... before it swallows her too. A Regency mystery steeped in romance, deception, and just the right number of bodies. Here's my original Prudence entry in the Wattys 2018. It was incomplete then and only included the first 3 chapters... Someone That I Used to Know By Margaret McIsaac Writing as Mallory Scot Short Description: *Wattys2018 Shortlist* Fleeing a trail of dead suitors, Prudence moves to London where she quickly receives another offer of marriage. But her new suitor is hiding a secret. He's only interested in finding out who's murdering his friends and why. (A Regency Mystery/Thriller with a touch of Romance)

{Was #1 in Mystery/Thriller (4/08/18)} "She was too unpredictable." _______ Alice Murphy is just your ordinary teenager. A fairly popular Junior in high school, an aspiring psychologist, with a normal family who live in a nice house and have a nice, ordinary life. Everything on the outside seems like everything you'd expect from a girl who looked like her, yet on the inside it's completely different... Alice Murphy is obsessed with psychopath serial killers. But this is only after she stumbled across an undiscovered crime scene late at night beside the lake. Covered in blood and in shock... she finds herself violently falling into a lifestyle she has no idea how to handle... Or does the lifestyle have no idea how to handle her? Find out in Something About Alice Murphy...