Sophie Anderson is your normal teenager, going to a normal highschool, having great, supportive friends, and can't wait to graduate and go to college. With her mom always on business trips for a job that pays more than enough, Sophie is usually left to fend for herself. All she has is her dog, Naomi. Ricky is a murderer, who stalks young women, learns about them, then becomes obsessed with them. If they refuse, or fake their love towards him, he brutally kills them. Then, after he sees Sophie coming out of the movie theaters one night, he instantly becomes obsessed. He begins stalking her, watching her through her window, following her at night, and learns more and more about her everyday. He feels the need to control Sophie, to make her his. The last thing Sophie wanted was a stalker. He plans on kidnapping her, taking her away where he will have her all to himself. Will Sophie realize she is being followed everywhere she goes, and someone knows everything about her? Or will it be too late? **Being updated! Grammar and some scenes are being rewritten! Thanks for your patience!**

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

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...

I shivered as the icy wind lashed at my face, leaving a burning sensation as my eyes started to water, but I tried to ignore the cold. I distanced myself from the car hearing his shouts behind me. Eventually, when I couldn't pick up my feet anymore, I stopped moving to catch my breathe. His feet crunched through the snow and I didn't have to turn to know he was behind me. "You would be willing to-" I struggled with the word as if saying it would make it all the more real. "You'd hurt someone for my sake?" I already knew the answer, but I felt the need to ask anyway. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to say the word. He walked around so that he was in front of me and for a moment he didn't move, but then he took my hands in his. His hands were still warm despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but a light coat when it was below zero outside. He brought my hands up to his lips, so close that I could feel his hot breathe against my icy fingers. "Aaralyn, I would kill for you."