12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart

Dear Ricky, It's been two months without you, already. I'm slowly dying on the inside. I never got to hold your hand and take you out to nice places, I never got the chance to call you mine, or the chance to treat you like a completely spoiled King. All because of my mistake. I still hear the voices echoing throughout my beaten-up mind. The ones that most likely messed up your head forever? The gun shots, the police yelling throughout the building.. everything that happened that night. I could still remember your body tightly pressed to mine in the last minutes we were allowed to share together. You were crying, and I was rocking you back and forth in my arms. Back then, you never knew how I felt for you. The kiss we shared? I made you believe you were drugged. I kissed you, because I feel something for you; but I made a huge mistake, and I never got the chance to tell you how much you really meant to me. I messed up, Ricky. I hope you'll get this. I can't come home now, but I'll be home with you before you know it. I'll be able to hold your small, fragile body in my arms. I don't know if you feel the same about me. You were in such a haze the night I left, I couldn't make out what you were saying, at all. It's all a blur, now, but I remember what you said to me that night. I cherished those words every second that I've been gone, hoping to see you soon. I swear to you, Richard Porter Dillon. I will be home soon. With love, Kian Lawley. - ❝You thought you'd just walk out of that place with a perfect life served to you on a golden platter? Think again, Lawley.❞

It's been three years since Kayleigh last saw any of her friends or family. What happens when she comes back to London unexpectedly? Book 2 in the "Hospitalized" series.

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Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

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