Levi Rivialle is trapped.... trapped in a room called love and desire. His heart stops every time he sees you ' occasionally'. Everyday, he would secretly follow you around headquarters, the training grounds, the mess hall, anywhere where there are people that would try and steal you away from him. Every night, he would sneak into your room and look down at your innocent sleeping features. Secretly pleasuring himself over and over again... Everywhere you went, a certain Corporal followed behind. Although Levi is sly, cunning, and overall clever... his schemes at claiming you as his alone is collapsing quicker than he thought. Giving him less time to think on what the actual hell is going on. What will the love driven man do to keep you his? Kill of course... but how will he stop people from getting even more suspicious than they already are? Thank you so much to girl_gamer519 for the amazing cover.

"We're fugitives, on the run!" Ashley practically yelled for the whole world to hear as we tried to outrun the police. Stupid, I know, but guess who suggested it? The same person who was yelling that we should hide underground until the world ends. "Ashley this is dumb, we need to get out of here," I exclaimed frenzy, and butterflies wondering about in my body. "Really? Dumb? It's pretty damn smart if we don't want to go to jail!" She huffed as we continued running turning corners. "You should have at least taken off the shoes," I pointed at the adidas on her feet. A story about a girl who leaves Colorado because of her dead mom, and goes on a crazy trip with her wild aunt, meets hot boys and has one hell of an adventure *#544 in Short Story Wildly sarcastic, cussing, Cover made by: @duckpajamas

"You know, most of your race would be running for the hills right now, right? I'm not known as 'Jeff the Killer' for nothing." I leaned against the wall, my hair falling into my face. She snarled, her glowing eyes seemingly getting brighter, definitely not a human characteristic, "I know who you are and what you do, and, I know this isn't something you hear often, but I'm not scared of you. I've seen more than you think. Slenderman, Ben, and now, obviously, you." *** Grabbing the hand that was holding the knife to my throat, I pressed down on the points between his finger nail and first knuckle. He gasped, having no choice but to take the blade away just enough so I could duck under it, pulling out my own. "Now, I have the advantage." I thought, smiling. I let out a light giggle as the metal lengthened and sharpened until I was holding a blade, not unlike a small sword. "It looks like you know much less about me than you first thought, huh?"