An angsty tale covering the relationship between a man and his maid. That man being ex-president Donald J. Trump, and the maid being Elon Musk.

It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! with a published book, a captivating Webcomic on WEBTOON, a published graphic novel, and an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios in Partnership with Stampede. Read, scroll, or watch - Enjoy this romance in any way you like. Stay tuned for film release updates! Basketball star Caleb Lockhart had it all - until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in red changed everything. For the first time in his life, Caleb wanted something; something he could never have. ***** College heartthrob Caleb Lockhart is the last person a girl like Veronica Strafford should be involved with. Intelligent and ambitious, with good reason to be cynical of the world, Veronica refuses to be the campus player's next conquest, even after a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction between them. But with nowhere to stay, and running from recent tragedy, Veronica finds herself leaning on someone else for the first time. Caleb has never wanted something like this before and he's determined to pursue her, even as the secrets of their pasts threaten to break them apart. Book 1 in the Red series

What happenes when you combine the movie 'Unfriended' and Jeff the Killer together? Let's find out... -------------------- [Y/n] is a photographer/cheerleader who loves getting involved in mysteries and solving them with the help of her friends, but what happens when one day she becomes curious of a cerial killer's story and killings and decides to dig deeper, tearing her and her friends from their perfect world to a living hell? This killer begins to develop an obsession over the girl and kills anyone who will stand between him and his toy... -------------------- Curiosity sure did kill several of the cats, but satisfaction always brought one of them back. -------------------- {WARNING}: THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, GORY DETAILS, SEXUAL CONTENT, ETC. Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Creepypastas, only my own characters. Note: Every curse word in this story will contain a '*' in it to prevent Wattpad from flagging my story as Mature. Please do not copyright this story onto another website. PS. To help speed up the updating process, please comment if you notice ANY grammar or spelling mistakes. That would help me TREMENDOUSLY! Thank you so much!

What happens when your imaginary friend gets all too real? Emma hasn't seen her sister's family in seven years. After a fate meeting, now Emma is living with them. The relationship with the kids were rocky at first, but after an incident with the housekeeper, Emma is now doing her best to take her place. But the youngest kid, Lilly, makes an imaginary friend named Harly that likes to cause trouble. After a while Emma starts to notice that maybe Harly isn't so imaginary after all. What if he's real, and worse sinister?

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.