"First you captivated me... then you held me captive." Evelyn was like most college-aged girls working a part-time job when she met Caleb, who came in to her life when she wanted him least but needed him most. He captivated her. By the end of summer, she had fallen in love with him. It was then that he wanted her to meet his parents. And that's when everything changed. Caleb was not the man Evelyn thought he was. He came from a secluded village that did things much differently from the rest of society. Isolated in one of the most sparsely populated areas of the country, it was as if they live in their own little world. They were a traditional village for the most part, but there were some aspects that they did much differently than any other, especially in the ways of courtship. It didn't take long for Evelyn to realize one thing: once you were brought home to meet the parents, there was no escape.

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear. She was wrong. Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side. Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon. And beneath it, one handwritten warning: 'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.' Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control. Mara doesn't want his help. She doesn't want his attention. And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does. But the worst part? He has no intention of stopping.

She told stories about killers. Until one of them came for her. Brooklyn Baldwin is a rising true crime podcaster with a sharp tongue and a loyal following-until the night she's abducted from her New York apartment by a man who knows her voice. Who's been listening. Watching. Held captive in a luxury penthouse, Brooklyn becomes the obsession of a sadistic stranger who claims he's never been caught-and never will be. But when she discovers she's pregnant, survival becomes something else entirely. ⚠️ Trigger Warnings - Dead Air ⛔️ This story contains graphic content that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with caution. Kidnapping / Abduction Physical abuse / Violence / Torture Psychological manipulation / Gaslighting Obsession / Stalking Sexual assault (implied / fade-to-black, not explicit) Forced pregnancy / Pregnancy under captivity Suicidal ideation / Suicide Murder (on-page) / Graphic deaths Captivity / Imprisonment / Power imbalance Stockholm syndrome themes References to past trauma / Unreliable memory / Amnesia Violence against women / Femicide Post-traumatic dissociation / Mental health distress

She was supposed to be terrified. Instead, she treated the kidnapping like a vacation. After years of hiding behind fake smiles, oversized sweaters, and exhausting normalcy, Naomi no longer remembers what it feels like to truly relax. Her quiet office job is draining, people are unbearable, and pretending to be ordinary every single day is slowly suffocating her. Then she gets abducted by a massive Russian assassin with blood on his hands and winter in his eyes. Oddly enough? It's the most peace she's felt in years. But Viktor isn't just a killer. He's a survivor of a classified government experiment created by the one man Naomi spent her childhood admiring: her father. Once celebrated as a genius scientist specializing in chemical weapons and psychological conditioning, Naomi's father vanished after a catastrophic incident years ago, leaving behind destroyed lives, buried secrets, and men turned into weapons. Men like Viktor. Now powerful organizations believe Naomi unknowingly carries the final key to her father's research hidden somewhere inside her memories. Viktor was ordered to kidnap her. Interrogate her. Break her if necessary. He fully intended to. Until the quiet black woman he expected to fear him looked around his isolated cabin and calmly asked if there was food. The longer Naomi stays in captivity, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Behind her soft voice and exhausted smiles hides a mind trained from childhood to wear masks, conceal intelligence, and survive at all costs. And Viktor is beginning to realize something horrifying: The scientist who created him may have created Naomi, too. Just in a different way. 🕯️

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.