❝Let me treat you like a slut and I'll make you feel like a princess,❞ When love is not madness, it is not love -- as Genevieve found herself left with only three things she was absolutely positive. First, she was pining after a man at an age of ability to be her father. Second, the situation she had gotten herself into was far from nefarious. Third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably taken by him -- she loved him. THIS BOOK CONTAINS AND DEPICTS STRONG, SEXUAL CONTENT. VIEWER DISCRETION AND MATURE AUDIENCES IS ADVISED. (Number 1 in # FreeTheKinks)

Cassandra Lowe's parents seem to be always working, making them leave behind their two children with relatives far more then they would like. When Cassie's father gets a call for him and his wife to take a trip to Australia, thousands of miles away from their children. They accept the offer but know they can't leave their seventeen and eight year old with their grandmother since she was recently bedridden. The couple decide to intrust Cassandra to watch after her little brother with the help from an assistant caretaker who would make daily trips to see them. The pair was pleased with their arrangements, but when the sitter is late the couple must leave before meeting the woman who will be taking care of their children for the next week. With slight hesitation, the couple leave, boarding a plane, assuming the elderly lady would arrive sooner or later, but little did they know they hired a dangerous psychopath killer named Harry Styles. Will Cassandra and Ben escape the harmful hands of their psychotic sitter? Or has he already set his eyes on the young and pure Cassandra...? -COMPLETED- • NO TRANSLATIONS • Description updated on 1/29/17 Highest Ranks: #11 FanFiction #16 Mystery/Thriller Editor : @GrumpyKatx Cover by: @navigate Trailer by: @cuddlingashton Copyright© 2014 _Discovered_

[Completed] "That was the first night I had the dream. I was standing in a wilderness. Everything was black. Yet, there was a light ahead. It was dim but it looked promising. I hesitated whether actually walking towards the light, after all it could be a trap. That's when Harry appeared with a hand out towards me. "You want to know my secret?" his eyes were loving, something I hadn't seen before. "Follow me and you'll find out." I took his hand and we headed toward the light. But that's where it ended. It had me thinking though, was there a light at the end of all of this darkness?" - honestly, i wrote this when i was like a freshman in high school so it's really cringey 😬 no judgement, please.

Everybody has a tale of how they came to be - some tell the journey to strength, some tell the journey to happiness. Some happen to involve cruelty and torture. This is the story of the crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ PUPPET BOY PREQUEL created Nov. 30, 2015. IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.

ǁ six lines of whimsy from when the mind wanders aimlessly.

“They’re brothers even though they’re drastically different, but I think I might have fallen for the wrong one.” -- Azalea Walters, a popular girl turned outcast, has lost everything. In the midst of nothing, only her boyfriend Matthew Hawthorne, still stays beside her. Surely she wouldn’t screw things up by being attracted by his brother… right? Besides, Marcus Hawthorne’s a walking disaster with his crooked smile and tons of tattoos, and Azalea’s life has already has enough calamities in it. But something keeps pulling her into him, and as it seems, Marcus is much more than a walking disaster. He might be her salvation."

Bowen was a lonely girl who filled her days by running down rural country roads. But that quickly changed when she discovered a decomposing body in an old shack. But, somehow, he wasn't dead. In fact, he was getting better, his fatal wounds healing themselves from beyond the grave. And from the moment he opened his eyes Bowen was dragged into a terrifying world she never could have imagined. *Completed* This is a FIRST DRAFT of my novel, of which the final version is available on Kindle and free on Kindle Unlimited. Cover by @_PaintingDaisies_

In this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathered black on a pure white canvas, a wreckage on what was once considered beautiful. He paints explicit hues with no regard to the background. He paints over anything that gets in the way of his artistic view. I was merely brushed aside, placed away into the dark confines of his wild mind, for when he had a project for my misshapen likenesses to be useful. In my own mind, there was never any doubt that I was, well, anything. I was always an either-or, an up or down, a wrong or right. I was the very personification of polar opposites and it was just a matter of the day who I would come to be. I was always black or white, and I was never, even for him, anything lighter than a shade of gray, where things were unknown and undecided. Certainties were always a matter to me, but if I was ever uncertain about anything, it was him. He was mercilessly neon and I was unapologetically the absence of life. k.g