New School. New Life. New Drama. (Y/N) was your usal nerd girl who has moved to a new school and left all her other friends behind. She thinks her life is about to fall apart and it was gonna be the end of her, but it wasn't. She meets the popular boy around school and they start to learn more about each other. What happens next? STORY INCLUDES: Swearing. Drama. Lots of Drama. and Jacksepticeye. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THESE SORT OF THING!! Cause things are going down hill...

Being by yourself is pretty boring, but after receiving a mysterious birthday package you decide life isn't so boring after all

All he wanted was to go home, take a good long shower, call his family. The world luckily hasn't changed too much since he was imprisoned but he got out early luckily. However, now his house is gone, he can't contact his family on his own, and he has no car. Things just aren't going his way until his parole officer offers him kindness that no one else had given him since his release.

Host has killed someone and is in Broadmoor psychiatric mental ward for the criminally insane. Y/N is a smart 26 year old that was wrongly accused of a mass genocide. When Y/N is exploring a separate wing of the asylum late at night, they discover a wooden door far away from the others. When they get closer, they can hear soft cries and groans from behind the door. Will they open the door or leave it? Will they reverse their wrongly accused sentence? Can they prevent themselves from going actually insane? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guys, it's A and this is my first story, hope you enjoy!

"I'm not your toy!!" my voice was hoarse from screaming. "Not my toy? Is that really what you think?! You're right!" Dark sat in front of me, kneeling. "A toy you can play with, you're everything to me. I can make you do anything I want, and you'll like it, princess"

•DISCONTINUED• He was a strange boy. I knew him in school, yet I could never find a way to talk to him. One day when his best friend was sick he sat down next to me at lunch. It wasn't much, just an exchange of hello's. Then, after that, I didn't see him anymore. And that time turned into weeks. Into years. I graduated to become a detective, him distant in memory. Yet a recent report had been made and I was sent to investigate. Little did I know what I had in store. WARNING: Gruesome & extreme violence is a major factor in this story. Harsh wording may also be used throughout this book