"No," I whispered in pure disbelief, "You can't be Ashton, that can't be." My voice cracked making me feel weaker in his eyes. I stared at the man in front of me, waves of shock lighting through my body. This wasn't Ashton. I always knew there were two sides to him. Everyday I watched him desperately fight to keep this side of him from taking over. Scar. The name rung over and over and over again in my head, piercing my ears, making my insides scream out. "Say it!" he yelled slamming my body up against the wall behind me, my head hitting the wall more force then the rest my body, causing me to let out a pathetic cry. "Please Ashton, no you can't do this I have a family-" I yelled back, a tear sliding down my cheek. He cut me off with a dark laugh, his stone cold expression glued to my frightened one. "This is your family now, Moore Blood Mafia, welcome my sweet Amaretto."

(m. yandere(s) x f. reader) (complete) (Y/n) could dance before she could walk. For as long as she could remember she'd wanted to be a ballerina, the thought of expressing a story through movement had always fascinated her. After graduating high school and gaining admission to the school of her dreams- Vivienne Verily's Performing Arts Academy, (Y/n) is ready to make her aspirations come true. Though things are made for more complicated when she meets her dance partner: a cruel, isolated, young man who develops a curiosity in (Y/n). A curiosity that would change her life.

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬; #2 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 - #1 - 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. After the tragic death of both parents, Sutton and Jaime are sent to live with their aunt in Emmett for a fresh new start. But things take a dark turn for the worse when Sutton unknowingly attracts the attention of five boys who want to play a killer game of cat and mouse. !WARNING! This story contains aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality and depictions of sexual assault, adult language and drug use.

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬; #3 - 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 ❝Shh, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you . . . I could never hurt you.❞ WARNING : aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality, language, and MAJOR nymphet / daddy issues / lolita vibes so, if that's not your cup of tea, please leave now.

I, Camilla Calderon, have a stalker. No he's not the typical. I know who he is, what he looks like and what he wants from me. It's only because where I go, He Follows. I, Alejandro Bianchi, have found the love of my life. I tell her constantly, well maybe not with words per se. But she knows because where she goes, I'll Follow.

Let's do this Dirty Laundry ....

I'm Katherine, or Kathy. I have a normal life. I have a best friend named Michelle, and enemies with the most popular girl in school: Melissa. I had a strange addiction to reading clichéd stories because it's fun to criticize. But then I had to meet... Brandon: my ex-childhood friend, your average popular playboy, you know, with his oh-so hot looks. He loves teasing me for some unknown reason. Tyler: a protective possessive transfer student. He has a strange obsession with me. In actuality, he's a werewolf that claims me as his mate. Ethan: typical popular hot bad boy. He has a strange grudge on me, but has a worse obsession with me than Tyler. Apparently, he's a vampire. Mason: a hot celebrity superstar also popular with the girls, duh. He's actually my guardian angel sent to watch over me and protect me from anything. I didn't want anything to do with these guys, but fate just loves to mess with my mind and prove me wrong. (Originally on Quotev)

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.