"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

Mary is new to Gladstone High school. And she meets who she thinks is the boy of her dreams. But is he keeping a deep secret? And what will the consequences be when she finds out? This is a story of true love and death.

After years of spousal abuse, Julie Gibbons had given up hoping her husband would change his ways and resigned herself to her fate. Could the appearance of a stranger change everything for her?

New Title: Red Velvet [previously named The Boy Next Door] New Cover: Made by @itsjennab Ember Callaway is your average seventeen year old student from Shallows Falls High School. She's used to being ignored, invisible, always hiding in the background - she prefers it that way. However, when a mysterious boy by the name of Axel Dean moves in next door, she's got a perfect window view of his bedroom and vice versa. But little did she know, she's become the center of his attention. Not only is he brutally attractive, but his dark compelling stare is enough to give her the chills. Ember is oblivious to his undead-night-stalking-wonders, it isn't until she starts to notice that he only ever leaves the house at night. Believing vampires exist is one thing, but living next door to one leaves Ember wondering if home is really a safe place for her to live © Copyright 2017 by Taina Regina ATTN: Story is no longer in a hiatus.

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.