She knew how to kill since she was 7 years old. She learned how to hide a body since she was 7 years old. She was no ordinary girl. But so wasn't her boyfriend. A murder in the forest sparks suspicion in the city. And now you would ask, why would anyone kiss and be with a murder? Because he was forced to do it. A girl and a boy, 19 and 21, trying to get through life as criminals and getting normal again. But how? They've learned since a young age to be a killer. So getting normal would be impossible, right? But the thing is, the man that is after them because of past history, is now on foot and loose, they need to run away to not get their name popular. --- WARNINGS: - s*x - graphic content - blood - murder

What happens when a bunch of killers are forced to live together? BATTLE OF THE KILLERS is a reality show that follows Betinia Woods, a girl kidnapped and forced to live in an underground bunker with twelve other killers. The bunker is equipped with hundreds of cameras and microphones that follow the killers every move. Every week, the killers must participate in challenges and other activities to gain points. The four killers with the most points get to leave the bunker. How do you get the most points? By killing the other contestants. ↬ Winner of over ninety Wattpad Awards ↬ First Draft

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Magic is supposed to be easy; there's Black, White, and Green Magic, and once a Witch picks a path, that's really all she has to worry about. But for Darlena Agara, things just keep getting harder. She's torn between her best friend's choice of the Black path, and her on-again, off-again boyfriend's choice of the White path, so she tries to stall, waiting for divine inspiration. Darlena isn't expecting the form it takes, though. Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, shows up in her living room and pressures her to choose her path, and Lena does something stupid; she declares that she'll be a Red Witch, something that doesn't exist...or does it? Daughter of Chaos is the first book in the Red Magic series, and I'm happy to share it here with you! Enjoy! If you want to read the rest of the series, book two is called Gods of Chaos, and book three is Triumph of Chaos. Both are available wherever books or eBooks are sold.

"Whoever he used to be, and the guy he is now, I don't think he's the kind you save. He's the kind you stop." Malone has never believed that people can be beyond redeeming. Her beliefs will be put to the test when she becomes the unlikely partner of the Winter Soldier. With the duo on the run from Hydra-- and SHEILD, she worries who she can trust. And no matter what anyone says, she firmly believes Bucky isn't the kind you stop; he's the kind you save. (Set after Captain America: The Winter Soldier) (I wrote this when I was thirteen so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes... both of which I'm sure this fic has in abundance)

Layla has been through guy after guy searching for her other half. Her soul mate. She thought Rick could be her one and only, only to come home and find him sleeping with another woman in her apartment. She was giving up hope on men and love altogether when a traumatic experience happens upon her, thrusting a new man into her life. If you could call him a man at all. A monster. A doll collector. Will he take her in sickness and in health? Will he love her till the ends of time until death parts them, or until she dies by his hands? Will she become one of the dolls in his sadistic cellar? Will you? For mature audiences. 18+

Innovative Detective, absent husband? A man returns home one morning to find his wife dead in bed. There seems to be no sign of foul play; what happened to her? As he grieves over the love of his life, lost on the bed they've slept in together many times, he walks through their best memories, the highs and lows in their relationship searching for clues for what could have caused his beautiful wife's demise.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...