{ I don't believe that we're all made in his image, and if we are, that image is a half burned photograph that he found under the piles of bodies of those who wasted their lives trying to be just that..} Emma Devereaux is a private investigator in Boston in 1944. In the midst of WW2 three women, all without names or identity, are brought into her investigation. After finding out they all belong to a religious cult run by a known serial killer, She and her partner Jeremy, who may or may not be in love with her, attempt to find him. In this twisted and magnificent novel, Emma truly finds all the boundaries the human mind believes it has, and the ones that truly exist. In the beautiful mess of Loves of lifetimes, endless sacrifice, and lives that may simply never cross.

{He didn't seem afraid. Like no matter what anyone was else was crying about, the end of days didn't effect him. But oh, it should have effected me. My sister was being used as a weapon, to save all of us. I was being torn apart by every single dead stare I got from the people here. This was a blood-pulling war of death. But as I looked at His face, with nothing but hope and belief in all of us, I knew that we were going to win it.} Siren James is losing her life. After a night of horror, her and her sister,Margo, end up in an underground base for dangerous people. But not the kind of dangerous you might think. Each of the individuals she encounters is powerful. Not to mention the fact that her sister might be the most powerful of all. Pulled into an unwanted love triangle, and an absolute web of lies, Siren convinces herself that the only way out, is a way she never possibly thought of, Until now.

When aspiring musician Tess watches her college dreams crumble, she decides it's time for a change. And if that change includes touring with a famous band, then so be it! When her favorite record label scoops her up into a Junior Roadie program, Tess joins The Summer Set as a stagehand as they tour the U.S. And if 6 young adults in the same bus means anything, it means drama. Note: I've been writing this story for over a year and a half now, and my writing style has improved and changed, as did my view of the characters. That being said, the first few chapters are horribly written and I plan to redo them, probably after I finish. Yes. The beginning sucks. Keep reading, I promise it's gets a lot better.

Robbie is a lifeless soul after his psychologically abusive insane girlfriend Maisie suddenly vanished. Elle is in a dead, loveless relationship and no where to live except her boyfriends apartment. The two find sanity in each other. As she has nothing better to do, She agrees to help Robbie find Maisie. As there are 3 men who lived the same twisted puzzle as Robbie. Similar stories depicting what paints the portrait of the puppet master. After learning a terrifying truth about what Robbie helped Maisie do, Elle attempts to abandon him. But she realizes that her attempts fail for one reason. She's in love with him. Twist after turn Elle and Robbie learn that Maisie may not have just disappeared. She might just be watching.

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

"They claim that you are.. promiscuous, and unashamedly so." I said boldly, as we were alone in the vast hall. "Promiscuous?" he chuckled, a sheepish grin crawling upon his face. "No, Ms Devereaux, I simply dip my cup where there is plenty, and my dear, the world's pleasures are undoubtedly plentiful." he stated, lowering his voice. His eyes - full of mischief as he tossed the apple, catching it in his palm as it fell. "If only you are willing take them." He placed the fruit in my hand and with a nod of his head, he turned on his heel and left me without words.. {cover creds: robbie-idkay on Tumblr}

*contains brief mentions of self-harm* They say that love has no boundaries but what if one of them can't remember who they love? Phil suffers from memory loss in which he can't remember the previous day or his relationship with the love of his life, Dan. Update 01/23/2017: Holy shit, I haven't been on in almost a year. Can't believe that there are 20k reads. I am in awe! Unfortunately, I haven't been involved in the phandom for quite some time. I will probably not write a sequel, but if anyone else wants to.. idk go for it fam