Rick x reader You were on the run since the beginning, you didn't know that. You're moving into your own house! It's small, but it'll make do for a single lady such as yourself. You move across the street from a peculiar family, the Smiths. They are nice enough, but one had an extreme interest in you. Rick. You would soon find out why.

(This is the third book in the series, might I suggest you go read the other two first?) You are done running. You will fight. You will win

This book is just an idea that I had idk where it'll be going or how it'll end so just read...

One year has passed since Maria almost died and lost her baby girl at the hands of the man she trusted most. Now, with a new husband and a baby boy on the way, Maria thinks she's got it made. But life doesn't work that way. When Maria finds a mysterious note addressed to her with no return address and no name, she knows her troubles are just getting started. Kris always promised he'd never let her go, and as far as he's concerned, she's a loose end he has to tie. Maria faces her final showdown with Kris to prove that she's not the weak woman he thought he'd left behind. She's learned from the best, and she's ready to fight for her life, after all, she is The Doll Collector's Wife.

MadameDaphne.com is the most popular website for anyone looking to have an affair. After all, it's only a sin, if you get caught. However, six users have been found dead with their hearts carved out and placed in white gift boxes. The only clue left at each grisly scene is a note signed '-Love, The Mistress.' As the case gains national attention, Tulsa slips into a panic, realizing its first female serial killer is stalking the city for those hiding dirty little secrets. The FBI steps in to put a stop to the mysterious murderess, but MadameDaphne.com won't give up their client list. With their identities hidden, The Mistress is as good as nonexistent. Left with no choice, the FBI turns to the only option they have, Kristopher Marner. The notorious Doll Collector is the only one who can find her now. But the question stands, what happens when two serial killers cross paths? The Mistress is your worst secret come to life and no one is safe when she's on the hunt. After all, murder is only a sin, if you get caught. Posting Schedule: Sundays Published May 24th, 2019

After finishing their exams, five college students went into the woods for a week-long vacation in a rented cabin. They soon found themselves caught up in an outbreak of a deadly flesh-eating disease. The ones who didn't get sick at first were terrified that they would get sick. Emotions ran high. Friendships broke apart. Stupid things were done in the heat of the moment. Now, years later, Marcy realizes that she must finally talk to Karen about the events of that week. Along the way, she will have to face up to the mistakes she made back then, and wrestle with a tidal wave of emotions about those events which she has long kept buried.

It's only been 6 months since the true identity of The Doll Collector has been revealed. It rocked the city of Los Angeles, and left Maria picking up the pieces of her life. But 6 months has been enough time for her to set the ultimate goal, be reunited with the one person who did this to her. When Maria arrives at White Crest Psychiatric Hospital for the Criminally Insane, her little plot seems to have worked, but there is a killer lurking behind those walls, that is slowly killing off the dregs of society. How long before it's the one person she can't live without? Published August 25th, 2018 Finished January 27th, 2019

This is the story of how I fell in love with someone. Someone who I now realize I shouldn't have fallen in love with. Not because of him, and not because of me, but because of the world we lived in. This is the story of how my heart got broken. Not because of him, or because of me, but because of the people around us. This is the story of those summer months, those summer months where I didn't care about anything else but him. Those 3 months that rolled around every year over and over again, those months where the mornings were late, and the nights seemed to go on for hours and hours. Where the weather was warm and fuzzy, and the sun covered the sky for so long. This is the story of me, of my life, and of the person who changed myself forever. This is the story of my 06, 07, and 08.

Alastor X F.Reader - Not In Canon - NSFW - Viewer Discretion Is Advised I do not own the art displayed and all characters of Hazbin Hotel are owned by Vivziepop. Author Note: WELP GUYZ, I'm gonna give this a good ol' try and see if you all like it. Not a big fanfiction writer, so hopefully we can figure this out together! ^_~ ---- This isn't how you imagined your life would go, nor that it would be taken from you so quickly. Life is fragile and it's fleeting. Like time itself is always speeding up, year after year until... It stops. Frightened after having been ripped suddenly from the world of the living, you're now in a much more sinister place that's unimaginable. Filled with terror, anarchy and bloodlust, you'll have to learn to navigate this existence, and quickly. Still reeling from your untimely death, you haven't had a chance to process death, what you've become, or what you're capable of. An unlikely cast of demons is willing to help you, but at what cost to you? --- "My dear, don't be shy! Turn that frown upside down! You're in great company this evening, surely you can find solace in that!" Alastor swept one arm up, open handed, gesturing in a wide birth, as though unveiling paradise for me to be mesmerized by all there is to behold. "...This is hell. Actual hell. Literal hell. The definition. This is ridiculous. You're---" The words were forced, choked out through a contracting throat. Each word burning as I spoke them. I walk to the radio sitting on the lobby desk, shaking my head as though it'll help to will the words out. I reach for the off switch, my mind begging for all of this madness to end. The chaos in this lobby is dizzying. Before I slide the switch to off, still choking on my words, I'm interrupted. Alastor's voice isn't cheery anymore. The static rasp deepens, his every word reverberating in my body.. all I can do is freeze in place. "Darling, Let The Radio Play."

《(Y/n) (L/n), died of suicide at age 18, leaving all her friends behind. After her death, she awoke in a place that the dominant color was red. Of course, she immidiately knew it was Hell. Would you think her life in hell will be a fun one?》 ☆¤Alastor(Radio Demon) X Reader¤☆ >>Hazbin Hotel, by Vivziepop in youtube<< {Revising}