"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

(Y/n) (L/n), isn't really normal for a woman her age. She's been stuck in a mental asylum for years now, ever since she was 10. Why? Well................you see, she's not only insane, but a cold blooded murderer too. She only waits 'til the day she breaks out from her prison. But, she doesnt really expect that there are more than just one person out there that's like her.

On HIATUS and needs to be rewritten. Loosing someone who is close to you is hard. Being blamed for what you never did is painful. Being tortured by someone who's dear for you is...terrifying. Reader receives a childhood trauma, her father died. What is worse, that her mother isolated reader away from the world and burned the bridges down. Slowly but surely mother lost her mind, alcohol destroyed her mind completely. She blamed her own child in her husband's death. Abusing girl was not enough, so locking her up in a dusty attic with old dolls seemed like a good idea. Reader suffered, a lot. A small music box was the only thing which was keeping her sane. A last gift from her caring father. No one knows what exactly happened behind walls of that old mansion. It seems like it's time for someone to find out reader's secret. How exactly did she ended up being one of the famous and powerful Creepypastas? Why the deal with Slenderman was about to be broken? And why everyone forgot about reader?

since you were born you've always been a little... off, why?cuz by the age 4 you knew how to hunt and all that,you even could kill someone, you were abused by your parents until the age 12 that's when you killed them then you went to an insane asylum, you stayed there until you were 18 and then you lived a normal life but deep inside you... you had a thirst for blood

Second book is at your service. This book will change a bit but our Karma will flash here a few times and maybe more. In this part things will be messed up and Gasoline will try to help Creepypasta out with their mansion and remind them what it feels like to be cared about. It's not cheesy and not full off kisses and all that pink fluffy unicorn stuff with fake CP behavior, not saying I'm better at something just sharing my opinion. With love - CW999

Probably won't last long but ehh whatever.....anyways.... (Y/n) was abused as a child but once she found out what pain was she made others feel her pain for her and now she is a professional killer with powerful powers that still remain a secret,even to her.....also GRAMMAR is horribleeeeee is dont judge grammar is horrible cause I'm doing this on my phone which is a very small phone not too small but small enough

What can I say? I'm not some kind of monster,demon, or angel just me...a girl which met 'a terrible fate' I don't know why fate decided to throw me in this hell, to make me suffer that much. I guess someone needs to be the suffering one, and that someone just so happened to be me. Sit down and listen carefully. I'm going to tell you a story, our story.

Before you read, I don't think I'll be finishing this story sorry, it is defs ongoing but yeah read at your own risk 🥴 The story starts out as you being a 7 year old (boy or girl), you have never met your parents and thus grown up in a orphanage. But because of what happened when you where a baby, everyone in the orphanage treats you terribly. One day you encounter someone of which you never thought you would meat. THIS IS AN ONGOING STORY!!!!!! -art done by me--

A 15 year old girl is attacked by an unknown figure only to be saved by something similar. Ever since that day she's had what you might call "demonic powers." She keeps them hidden from everyone and not dare tell a single soul. She is always bullied at school but whats worse is her parents are abusive. Well, all that's about to change in a single night.

Creepypasta one-shots and lemons I hope you enjoy reading this crap Requests are welcome But please no oc requests