Was Originally: My parents sold me, to my dead brother new best friend. My brother disappeared when I was eight, after a while we just assumed that he was dead. On my eighteenth birthday my life fell apart as my dead brother turned out to be not dead at all. What's worse was that my parents did something that I will not forgive. They sold me to his best friend who is supposed to be some kind of “prince”. They made the decision to ruin my life and payback is an understatement. Also it is being edited, but it takes time so just deal with it tell it gets fixed. dont like the dont read, go find something else to read or work on your own work so i can come bitch about to you.

"You know you can't hide from me, Miriska. No matter how many guards your father may assign to you, it won't be enough, I will breach every defense and retaliate every attack and I WILL have you in my arms, for the rest of eternity," the voice was a soft but menacing whisper hidden in the blackest of shadows. "Who are you?" "You will get to know me soon enough, my love. Worry not," the words came so suddenly, they startled me. "Where are you?" I shouted to the trees. I froze when I felt ice cold lips on the skin of my neck. "Closer than you think." ~ Notes. Disappearances. A stalker or two. Miriska Valentine feels unsafe and watched and she is. Why?

Rule #1: Never be alone, have someone always with you, no matter where you are. Rule #2: Don't acknowledged their presence or you'll give them the satisfaction of them scaring you. Rule #3: Always, and I mean Always have a crucifix with you no matter where you are. Rule #4: Pray every night, every day, when you eat, and when you sleep. Keep faith. Rule #5: Don't let them get to you. They'll destroy your sanity and everything you believe in. They'll break you down until you're nothing. Rule #6: Lastly, don't be afraid. ***EDITING IN PROCESS (IGNORE THE 'EDITED' THING AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS, THE ONLY CHAPTERS I HAVE EDITED ARE ONE AND TWO)***

My name is Chloe Dune and I was Bella Swan’s best friend. I lived beside her in Forks until I was 7, then my family moved to New York and now, 10 years later I am coming back to Forks. I thought coming back would be good; I could escape my parents’ messy divorce and see old friends. But I was wrong. I am not safe here. I am hunted.