*** When Delilah Lancaster wakes up in a disheveled motel room covered in nothing more than crimson blood and her undergarments, you might be thinking that hell's run loose, but when you find out that she wasn't ALONE when she awoke from her slumber, we'll just say that more than hell did run loose when that person that strangled their hands around her waist and sunk their head in the crock of Delilah's neck just had to be Chicago's most feared man, Isaac Fisher a sociopath. Highest Ranking: #151 Mystery/Thriller 03-26-21 #36 Thriller 04-31-20 ©Copyright2021_AllRightsReserved

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.

❝I hurt people; especially pretty girls like you ❞ In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity. And the music only stops when a demented man says so. ➳ Criminal psychology student Tahlia Meyers finds her world in disarray after being assigned to observe an infamous serial killer, who in turn, takes an uncanny interest in the girl. [ © Cluelessdaddy 2017] •Featured in Mystery• •#2 in Mystery-Thriller•

He couldn't break his gaze off me. The depths of his midnight blue eyes indulged in seeing me squirm under their cold, unforgiving gaze. He had his guards surrounding the house at all times; his face twisted into a sick grin as he tied me up. I will have no chance of getting out . . .unless he gets what his revenge based on the past. {• • •} "I'm going to give you a two minute head start. No men will be on watch. No doors will be locked. You can run and run and run. You can hide and hide and hide. It doesn't matter, Amber, I will always find you. Use these only two free minutes as a chance for hope. A chance to find your way back. . .home." He flashed me his sinister smirk as he loosened the ropes around my wrists and cut the bounds on my ankles that had been depriving my circulation. "Now," he breathed out as he opened the door in front of me and pulled me to my feet. "run." He grinned, turning his head down at the large watch displayed on his wrist. "Clock's ticking." {• • •} Amber Rain was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. She never would've guessed that a night in her town, a night at a dance club could turn her life dangerous. She didn't know it would be her last night of freedom. She didn't know she'd be paying for the crimes of someone else. Caden Moretti is a corrupted man. He is the leader of the Moretti Italian Mafia. Learning how to kill and torture those who posed as a threat to his family at such a young age has pushed him to insanity. He is obsessed with power, money, sex, and vengeance; he has been ever since his dad was murdered right in front of him for the vital secrets he was keeping. Since then, Caden has always been hell-bent on finding the killer and enacting his revenge. And, he's finally found him. Justice will be served, Using the killer's daughter as his weapon. {• • •} ⚠️Mature Content

Games can be fun, but some games end rather badly. What happens when a young girl plays a game that catches the attention of someone that's not only bad, but deadly? Because once you kiss death... well... lets's just say that a killer doesn't kiss and tell... <3 This is a sample of my book. The book can now be found on Amazon, both as a paperback and as a digital book. It was free for five days in March 2020 to thank the wonderful readers here on Wattpad that supported me while I wrote the book. Thanks again for the support, it meant a lot. <3 NB! Warning some people might find this twisted love story disturbing. Stockholm syndrome* will be comming into play. The published version of the book is mature. The book starts off somewhat light, but it does get darker chapter by chapter. It is not recommended for a younger audience, nor for those who might take offense with strong language, sex scenes, non consensual acts, violence etc. Happy reading :D *Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity. These feelings, resulting from a bond formed between captor and captives during intimate time spent together, are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims. Generally speaking, Stockholm syndrome consists of "strong emotional ties that develop between two persons where one person intermittently harasses, beats, threatens, abuses, or intimidates the other.

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

"Are you crazy?!" He asked me for the zillionth time. "Yes!" I replied, hopping over another trap. "How did I end up having you as a partner?" He muttered under his breath. I giggled, "You better hurry up, rookie, 'cause I can sense hounds coming our way." "Hounds?" Before I could answer, an alarm going off stopped me. I giggled, "Time to die!" ▪▪▪ Dayana (Nope, it's not Diana, it's Dayana),more known as Ana, is your typical crazy bitch. Well, not crazy as in thinking aliens are real. More like the 'oh-there's-a-killer-I-should-go-play-with-him' crazy. Maybe that's why she's in a gang... more specifically the 'ace' of the gang. Xander is that 'cute-boy-next-door' kind of guy. He's super sweet. Most girls swoon for him, others already think their 'together' just because he's sweet to them. Most boys wanna be his friends to be with girls, while others wanna be his friend 'cause of his friendliness. Although our dear Xander here is sweet, he can't help but get in trouble himself. So when you see a girl killing someone with a candy cane (I am so SORRY for all those candy lovers out there), he is forced to join a gang which his father used to be a part of in his youth. Buuuuut, do you guys know who candy cane girl is? You already know so I won't have to tell you. {Highest Rankings- #40 in Humor, #6 in 'weird', #2 in friend-zone}

"If you're going to kill me, just do it." He looked at me and laughed, "Kill you? Why would I do that?" He played with my hair and then planted both palms on either side of me. "Umm, let me see.. You're a serial killer..?" I rolled my eyes and was shocked at how sarcastic and casual I sounded. "I'm not going to kill you darling, I'm keeping you.." He ran his hand down to my hip. * * * * * * Regan is on a desperate search for escape from her captor Darian, but after a brief escape, she finds out her real intentions. As the story unfolds, you will discover the clues that lead you to expect that this reality is far from the truth.

Picture this: You enter the mall with your friends. As you're making your way to buy a strawberry smoothie, you notice something more delicious walking right towards you. As he comes closer, he gives you a heart stopping smirk then takes you by surprise. He pulls you into a headlock, jabs a gun in your temple, then runs away with you. As I uncover why this mysterious model kidnapped me, I find myself tackling, punching, hugging, and watching Disney movies with him. Call me reckless, but something about this troubled kidnapper is quite intriguing yet heartbreaking. Find out if I, Skylar Scrowbar, end up dead in a ditch somewhere, or end up helplessly falling in love with my sexy kidnapper.