• Highest Rank #2 in supervillain • "Do you trust me?" he asked, still staring at the gray door. "Of course not," I said, as if the idea were absurd. A ghost of a smile crept at the corner of his mouth. His hand latched onto my arm. Panic started to pool out of my nerves. I glanced back and forth between his gloved hand and the concealing hood upon his head. Curiosity never hit me so deeply than it did at that moment, as I wondered who was under the hood. Who it was that I was supposed to trust. "Who are you?" I timidly reached my free hand up to his head, fingers tingling all the while. He didn't try to stop me. There was a brief second when excitement exploded inside me, propelling my hand all the more quicker, millimeters away from touching the black cloth. Ghost grabbed my hand mid-air, his reflexes acting lightning-fast. I started. Drums began to pound in my ears. My heartbeat rose about ten notches. He had his entire hand wrapped around my wrist, and he slowly eased it down until it was parallel with my body. "A villain can choose to reveal his identity, but not knowing is the beauty of mystery," Ghost said lowly, his right hand coming up to push back a loose strand of hair from my face. "Now close your eyes." Reluctantly I shut my eyes, but not because he had commanded the action. It was more out of fear of what was going to happen next.

•Highest Rank #1 in Disturbing; Highest Rank #1 in Catcher • For the longest time I did not see his face. He was an enigma. I think that was the most terrifying part; trying to guess what he would do next. Because of his veiled identity there were fleeting moments I forgot he was even human - a living, breathing, person. It really scares me to think about what people are capable of doing in the consuming mindset of misguided obsession. ______

I didn't think science had been as advanced as it actually was - I stood there staring at the screen. It displayed everything. His whole life was on that monitor. Everything was found with the click of a mouse. I turned around, looking back at him, seeing the wire that protruded from the back of his head. "What did they do to you?" I whispered that to myself because as long as he was connected to the machine he might as well have been dead. In all actuality he was just turned off for the time being.

Pulled into a land of unexpected adventure, Mirabella May must overcome otherworldly challenges and trials to fight her way through a world of marvelous fantasy that parallels the tales of dragons and monsters in order to find her way home to the world in which she was taken from.

I knew what was right and what was wrong. I was not stupid. I was simply. . .misguided in the presence of Lincoln Maddox and that. . .that was what made everything so god damn difficult. _____ Sequel to Against My Will

His eyes were alight with amusement. Eren's right elbow rested on the center console of the car, his left hand still on the wheel. I felt claustrophobic with how little room I had in my own seat, his big body looming close. "I can help you forget about him, you know," he said softly. "I meant it when I said that you can use me however you want." My throat constricted, because my first thought went sexual and I wanted to punch my own teeth inward like my head was a speedbag. He was surrounding me in all manners, his words creating shackles around my wrists that kept me still. The biggest problem wasn't that Eren was completely imposing on my life all the sudden. The problem was that I was incapable of saying 'no' to everything that he offered. _____ ~ I like the idea of playing with the mind. Make you think, make you overthink, make you rethink. Do you trust your narrator, or do you not? A mafia-inspired story about a woman and a man heavily centered on questionable actions, decisions, desires, and dark themes. You might think this story a romance, you might not - that's your opinion ^.^