Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Zelda and Link have defeated Calamity Ganon and are now free to go their own way. However, it is hard to get to grips with their past, which can get in the way of their present. And as if that isn't hard enough, there seems to be a new threat that they will need to face. **This story takes place directly after Breath of the Wild and has no link to Tears of the Kingdom. Don't forget to check out the sequel: Noble by Nature!

The Criminal and His Runaway ❦ an enemies to lovers slowburn. . . . Helena left a world of polished lies, thinking freedom would be gentle. It wasn't. It looked like Elias Ashford. He hates her. She hates him. But nothing fuels chemistry like shared walls, sharp words- and the slow, dangerous shift from enemies to something much worse. . . . Not a single dull chapter ;) Warning: Suggestive content Slowburn Morally grey male lead You've been warned. Happy Reading!

Rowan Ashford is sent into the Mourning Woods with one mission: Kill Silas Vale. The problem is that monsters aren't supposed to leave flowers on forgotten graves. They aren't supposed to save hunters. And they definitely aren't supposed to make Rowan question everything he's ever been taught. The deeper Rowan digs into the legend of Silas Vale, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because something far worse than a vampire is hiding in the woods. And it already knows his name.

*THIS STORY IS UNDER HEAVY EDITING!!* Please be patient with me as I go through and revamp some details about the story!! THIS IS A SLOW-BURN STYLE GUYS. I am writing a story about a romantic relationship with Wednesday and Xavier and giving you all the fluff and goodness along with who might possibly be her new stalker. I'll be doing my best to stick close to the character's given personality while allowing them to expand the way I like. There will be some blood and intimate moments. It's not really gory gore, ya know? THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING, although I won't go into gruesome details. Obviously, some things will be different, so I hope you enjoy it. Much love <3 NONE OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME!!! all to the wonderful Tim Burton.

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. Once, he was a boy who believed he hated her with every corner of his heart. Because she too was too chaotic for his peace of mind.. Years later, fate forced them into a marriage neither of them wanted, binding them under the same roof despite the distance between them. But she is no longer the loud, carefree girl he remembers. Life took everything from her, including her laughter, her innocence, and her parents, leaving behind a quiet woman who hides her pain behind a calm smile. Before their marriage, he made one thing clear: "Don't expect love from me." So she never did. As they begin sharing a life together, he slowly starts seeing her differently, noticing the sadness she conceals and the strength she carries. Yet one question remains: if he remembers her so well, why doesn't she even know his name? A story of heartbreak, healing, and unexpected love, where old hatred gives way to feelings neither of them ever imagined. ×××× Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine | Marriage of Convenience | Forced Proximity | No Cheating | She fell first (or so she thinks) × He fell harder and harder.. It's just my first book pls don't judge my writing.. because there's noway I can be perfect.... . . .