Ethan's nightmares are terrifying. He hates falling asleep; he hates having to witness the twisted world that he's forced into when he closes his eyes. But when they begin to blend into reality, facing them may be his only choice. __________________ IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

Keira is a survivor. She doesn't fall for tricks, she turns her back to the past and walks on. She carries secrets as her burdens. Guilt and sadness curdle inside her, but she's learned how to mask it. Cares and carelessness cause her to make mistakes, the mistakes that cost her dearly. But she's learned how to ignore it. She is alone and scared. She has nobody to cling to, and maybe she doesn't want anybody like that. Keira is a survivor, but maybe she isn't. Maybe what she's hiding will make her unhinge. She's clever, but she's naive. She's careful, but not quite enough. Keira is a ticking time bomb. Someday she's going to implode. If only there was somebody to fix her. • Ø • Ø • Page count: ~344 Word count: ~35,255 Grammar Nazis will be satisfied. Highest rankings: #1 on "carl grimes" tag!!! #59 on the fanfiction tag!!! Started: 11-21-15 5k reads: 3-17-16 10k reads: 4-12-16 500 votes: 4-28-16 500 comments: 5-11-16 Finished: 6-4-16 25k reads: 6-7-16 1k votes: 6-11-16 1k comments: 7-14-16 50k reads: 7-24-16 75k reads: 8-25-16 100k reads: 10-7-16 5k comments: 11-9-16 150k reads: 11-22-16 5k votes: 11-26-16 175k reads: 12-11-16 200k reads: 12-30-16 Alternate ending: 12-31-16 250k reads: 3-24-17 300k reads: circa 6-28-17 10k votes: circa 11-5-17 350k reads: circa 11-25-17 400k reads: circa 5-6-18 Warnings: •Dark •Gory •Cussing •Spoilers (Seasons 5-6)

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

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"Why are you so Damn calm around me?" His voice turned angry and more forceful, that civilised moment we had faded. He Stared at me intensely, pining me against a near by tree. If one of us moved any closer than we were, our lips would have been locked together. I tried not to let my fear control my breathing which was already irregular as it was. "Because I know you won't kill me" ***

Theory proves highschool is where you meet your friends for life. Six best friends realise they have a lot more in common than just pranks and the urge to skip school when they witness the murder of an important figure in their town. The only problem is they didn't catch a glimpse of the killer but he knows who they are. Now they're stuck in his game. The rules are simple. You break them, you die.....

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

Hunters have always been the greatest enemy of the immortals; killing them off for being abominations. Now they have found a new strategy: kill off the females so there will be no offspring to ensure the continuation of the race. Raine, Alpha of the werepanthers, will not allow this, as it is his duty to ensure the continuation of the race. He figures that capturing human females will fit just perfectly in his plan. What starts off as a simple task of capturing and mating human women becomes more complicated as the men realize that these woman will be very hard to pacify, and even harder to love…