She just wanted a more interesting life. That's it. For her, the daily routine was simple: wake up, school, study, sleep, repeat. Her life was absolutely plain to her, and she prayed for anyone out there to change it. But she should have more careful about what she wished for. Because all of a sudden the quiet girl that no one notices starts to... change. Her hatred for everyone increases to the point where it's all she feels, her emotions start to wash away, her body becomes more powerful, and she starts getting more dangerous. That was her new beginning. She's turned into a monster with no memory of who her human form was. And she's not just any monster. She turns into Hell's personal assassin, a hunger for souls and a thirst for blood. But this is what she wanted, isn't it? She asked for anyone out there to change her life, and make it more interesting. And Satan decided to help her out with her request. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 7: Horror #77 June 9: Horror #69 June 13: Horror #49 June 15: Horror #47 July 3: Horror #26 July 24: Horror #14 Aug. 4: Horror #11 Aug. 17: Horror #9 Sept. 9: Horror #5 Sept. 20: Horror #3 *WARNING* if you don't like swearing or graphic scenes, please read at your own risk. *WARNING* if you don't like reading sexual content, please don't read or read at your own risk. *WARNING* sarcasm and sick humor will be in it. Be prepared for madness.

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.

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]]

Harrison Kringe loses more than his wife when she suddenly dies after giving birth; he loses his mind. He blames his newborn baby girl for his devastating loss. She will pay the price for his insanity. Taught from birth to know only unimaginable horror, Harrison creates a monster. Can he control his creation, or will he become a victim of 'Daddy's Little Girl'?

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."