Thank you so much for 1k reads!!! Angela had moved to a secluded part of town, she knew no one, but a masked man shows up, and her life completely changes. But is it for better or worse? (Vessel is a softy here but his protective instincts don't hesitate to kick in) *warning: smut, violence, blood.**

Sasha Santiago, a 24 year old woman who is in between introverted and extroverted makes plans to go to a Sleep Token concert with her best friend. She could have never imagined what would come next. 34,837 words :)) #1 in masked man🩷

'Do you remember me when the rain gathers?' Quiet, tall and slightly awkward in the way that made you think twice before looking away. But when he played, God, when he played. It was like the room listened. Music is the language he speaks most fluently, half improvised chords, half unspoken thoughts. Too sharp to be forgettable, too soft to demand attention. He didn't expect to be heard. He was never meant to be seen. And then Eden saw him anyway. (This story is entirely fictional, inspired by the music of Sleep Token. Told from dual perspectives - the 'man behind the mask' of Vessel. And Eden - the FMC. It explores a narrative detached from real-life identities or events. No real identities/names are ever mentioned or discussed. The events that happen are completely fictional. Everything within is purely a product of imagination.)

When being passed over for a job collides with the past on her heels, the last thing Sera Hale needs is the threat of being sent back to America. When a long time friend tells her about an opportunity to work as a housekeeper, she doesn't hesitate to show up for the interview. She'll take whatever she can get, even if her new employer wears a mask and cape 24/7. He wasn't going to hire Sera, however when he learned of her situation it brought out an empathetic side and learning that she was mute brought out a curious one. His curiosity soon becomes fascination as his new housekeeper settles into her role. Although, his fascinations would soon become his downfall into actions punishable, the deity Sleep doesn't care for distractions. She was the distraction he didn't need. He was the one person that could possibly reawaken something that had dissolved long ago. Sleepless nights, regretful decisions, threats from her past and the wrath of his deity should be enough warning, but is it? PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNING BEFOREHAND 18+ MDNI

One of those stories that makes you say what in the wattpad is this Your name is Iris, and you stumble upon a campsite after breaking down.

Making a deal with the God of Sleep wasn't exactly on my bingo card, but neither was getting caught up in a sacrificial ritual. The four men in masks saved me only to bring me to their own church of worship, telling me I can't go home because of the debt I owe. But a pact made long ago with the God and the one they call Vessel has me questioning my trust in them, especially when the standoff-ish Vessel of Sleep, the leader of the group, seems to know something I don't. The only way to learn the truth is to delve deeper into their lives, digging up my own buried past along with it... This is a slow burn romance mystery. Warning ⚠️: talk of suicide, murder, self harm and abuse along with sexual content. I also use swear words occasionally Word count: 85,661 Sequel: Telomeres