"Ricky," I murmured, feeling a warmth inside me grow as his name rolled off my tongue. I had no idea what this boy had done to me, but God... I had lost all control.

This WILL be the most realistic Ricky Olson fan fiction you Will ever read. Bored of plots that wouldn't happen in a million years. Well here's this interesting story that shall fill your fantasies.

Katelynn Styles lives in her brother's shadow, and he tries to protect her from boys. But when they're in L.A.,she meet the infamous Ricky Horror. ~~~~~~ I don't not own any characters expects for the ones I make up. Plots are my own, and please don't copy. Thank you!

"You can't leave because your eternally mine and I'm eternally yours"

Jessica was just a normal girl, living a normal life. Ricky was a not so normal guy messing things up in his life. At first he hated Jessica but then things changed. Will he finally get what he wanted or will things take a different turn?

[AU][MIW/INK/ETF/AFI/NYD/AA crossover][horror/slasher/comedy] It's the most horrible, bloody awful time of the year!

It's been five years and Katherine Milford and Chris Motionless want to take the next step in their relationship. A few problems arises and things don't turn out how they planned.

Mr. Cerulli is your sex ed teacher, a class you used to dread going too. He offers you some... extra credit. Note this fan fiction is R rated every single chapter, 18+ years or older to read. Disclaimer: I want to make it absolutely clear, this is fanfiction, and getting involved in a relationship with your teacher whether you're in high-school or college is not okay, and if someone older propositions you or expects "extra credit" such as this book describes, IMMEDIATELY report them. Not only is there more than likely something extremely wrong with that person, it's illegal, and in so many ways very damaging. So don't let this book romanticize the idea of it, or make anyone think that it's acceptable.

You pass about 16 serial killers on average in your lifetime. They could be standing right next to you. Maybe, talking to you on a daily basis. It could've been your cashier at the grocery store. The smirk that person gave you while you walked down the busy streets to your job, was them imagining you dead on their basement floor.