Winter is a genius. She knows how to do it all and has much more potential than they would ever know..if only her parents would give her space to truly discover them. But no, they always controlled her. Always abuse her if she had done something wrong even if it was small. And she grew afraid of mistakes thus making her grow antisocial just to escape them. She doesn't want to speak unless it's important enough. With them suddenly moving, Winter is forced to switch schools. Not that she didn't like it. She didn't even have friends to miss. It's the new people she's going to meet that's the problem. She doesn't like interacting with them because it only lead to mistakes. And with her father's watchful eyes, she doesn't want anything to do with them. But it seems God likes to make life hard for her as someone is trying to crack her shell and make her true self come out. Trying to let her feel free for the first time in years. And when she finally let herself free and trusted that person, all hell broke loose. Especially when there's an Alpha unknown to her knowledge that is involved. But at least that person chose to stay with her after everything right? "oh Winter, there's so much more in store for you" -- My first werewolf story. sorry for the wrong grammars as English is not my mother tongue. But still, I hope you'd give it a try.

Teagan is about to turn 18, and her parents have to leave their home in Texas to go California for 3 weeks when her uncle dies suddenly. Teagan is more than thrilled, as any teenager would be to be left alone so long. But with the weather being so bad, and her unknowingly being followed by someone, could this month really be as fun as she planned? Coming home from the park one night, she finds someone sleeping in her bed. She manages to knock him out and chain him up in her living room. How long before he manages to get out, and how long until she gives in to her growing desire to know him? She's not scared of him, yet he gives her every reason to be.

Truth Underwood. A not so skeptical girl but isn't a firm believer as well. She moves into a new house, which is pretty much normal for her since they've been changing locations from time to time due to her mom's job. And in every new house, new experiences are waiting for you right? But what happens when the new experiences she faces in this neighborhood is something which is far more than expected? Something which is far from normal? Something about an unusual serial killer roaming in the streets at night? An unusual serial killer with who's features and mind almost seem impossible to exist? But that's ok. After all, he isn't real right? [I don't own any creepypasta mentioned in the story. The rest of the characters belong to me.]

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Hey guys it's me again and I wanted to try something new than boy X boy so I'm doing this jeff the killer X reader and hope you enjoy this story and one more thing this is for all the jeff fangirls out there and guess what you found this story and if you don't read it jeff will come and kill you.........just kidding (no part of that was a joke)

Alex is just a broken girl. At school she's usually bullied by her pears, but when she gets home her dad abuses her mentally. From all this abuse she gets, she develops menacing thoughts, and voices. Is she going insane? And who will help her go through it?

A murdered father has left Hope's life in shambles. With limited support in her life she feels alone. So what happens when a mysterious man comes into her life and flips it around?

We've fought. We've broke up. We've kissed. We've formed love. We've gone in circles and we've been chased by your demons. Instead of sirens and flashing lights, it's now phone calls and kidnapping, my eyes bright with sudden color. You tell the truth, but are still a lie. I can no longer cry, because I have no reason to. From cuffs and knives, to basements and old ties. Tormented by your love, everything seems right. I can tell you know that I understand. And I can officially say, I've been released.