Hayden just wants to forget her past, and move on with her life. She is in college, has a good group of friends, and has a positive outlook on life. But after a night of partying with her friends certain horrific memories from her past appear, leaving her a broken mess, with no one left to turn to.
I'm a heartless cold killer, I cannot love. I have to kill you, But why can't I? Lila is a 17 year old girl. She has moved from Alabama to California, The house she moved to is filled with surprise and secrets. Later does she find, She has always known Jack. What happens when Jack and Lila find their true connections?
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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?
A little girl. No older than 3. Abandoned in the forest and left to die by her parents. The only thing she had was her family scrapbook and a stuffed animal. Befriended the beast called The Rake that day. She ate some poisonous berries by accident and almost died. Her new friend hollered to the being known as Slenderm...
*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get ove...
**SECOND BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES** "That explains a lot." "I bet it does." The mask prevents me from seeing her face but I can just tell she is smiling at me; at my misery. It makes me want to tear her apart limb from limb. But, I restrain myself. It would do me no good to waste energy with her. I got the in...
**THIRD BOOK IN THE DEAR MY SANITY SERIES** I look down at the grave stone. It was a simple one, polished marble with a name, date of birth and death date. Off to the side is a short song. I sink to the ground in front of her grave. "Hey," I begin awkwardly. I've never visited or spoken to a dead person. "It's me...
