Answer this following questions: 1. Are you a guy? 2. Do you want to become bad? 3. Are you a nerd? 4. Do you want a good girl? 5. Do you want to laugh? 6. Do you want to cry while laughing? (not guaranteed) 7. Have you ever laughed in your life? 8. Do you like food? 9. Do you like GOOD food? 10. Do you have a vowel in your entire name? 11. Do you want to become a badboy? If you said yes to two or more of these questions you, yes you, are qualified to become a bad boy. Pick up (what ever device you're reading this on) get cozy in a blanket and learn the master ways of becoming a bad boy. (THIS BOOK IS NOT GUARANTEED TO WORK)

Its a story about a girl named Kelly who comes to a new place and new school which changes her life. Some twist and turns comes in her life.

An exorcism was performed to a teenager in the 1960's but it failed. Only one person survived after the raging and powerful demons reduced the church to ashes. Fifty years later, a school was built in that place... But demons never left the site and the rite must be finished to expel them away. Story created after The Gallows Movie promotional Creepy Ideas Contest.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

Few Selected Stories which Inspires us.. give it a try.. hope u wont regret reading this.. -OwnerOfTajMahal 30/08/2016 - #67 in spiritual

Highest ranking #1 as on 4th July 2017 "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?" **** Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One? What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all? In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy, and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose, but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave? Triggers are present.

The year is 1945, the world is at war and no one can escape the tragedies that come from the inhuman acts of violence and murder. With the Nazi-backed HYDRA organization growing stronger and stronger, some fear it is the end. Only really known in her hometown of Brooklyn, New York, Alchemy Jones is the daughter of a brilliant doctor and is studying the human body to defy women stereotypes. By a lucky chance, Jones is recruited to help a German scientist create a super-human serum to end the shortage of men for war. Alongside longtime friends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Jones is given a gift and intends to use it wisely- even if it costs her everything she loved and has learned to love. [Book One|CA TFA|Bucky Barnes Fanfic|All Rights Belong To Marvel|Cover Credit To @AnjaTheFabUnicorn|I KNOW IT SAYS THE WINTER SOLDIER WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES]