》|' Amare et separa vix deo conceditur ' Even god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time |《 She went in silence. But he was the force to be reckoned with and destroyed her wall, only bringing his devil like smirk while muttering , "When in pain, distract the brain.That's exactly what I'm doing now" ///Kevin Katchadourian x oc/// (All charaters except the ones I made belong to Lionel Shiver, in her We Need To Talk About Kevin. I used the movie adaptation for this fic)

Y/N is just a normal, peasant girl, so how did she end up in this place, serving under the King's cruel command? Well, it's simple, really. She just wants her family to be safe even if it means putting up with his insane personality, but how long will that last? How long can she hold herself together when all the man does is break her down just to keep her all to himself? ~Don't you change the subject,~ ~Cuz you're my favorite subject!~ ~Forever~ {Yandere King x Female Reader} | WARNING | This story contains elements of: •Death /Murder •Gore and Violence •Yandere Behavior •Mentions of Sexual Trauma If I missed any warnings, please, let me know in the comments. I check them frequently.

When Elora moves to Everbrook her intoxicating fascination with the mysterious and murderous Mason begins. When she first encounters Mason, he places a knife to her throat and attempts to murder her, but instead of being afraid Elora is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Mason hates her for learning about his murderous ways but even he soon realises that he would prefer to kiss her than kill her. As Elora begins to break down the barriers around Mason's heart, she starts to realise that not everything in her life is as it seems. The town she lives in, the people she thought she knew, and the man she loves, may not be who she thinks they are. Love is all that matters to Elora, but will that be enough to save her town from the sinister plans of the malicious murderer plaguing Everbrook, Marlemore?

"It is not nice to listen in on very important matters." He had called her out from her hiding spot. The minute he had looked at her, she saw his eyes turn from muddy brown to black in a matter of seconds. Though young, Willow was a beauty; a sight to behold. Black raven hair, silk and shiny always laid neatly in a braid atop her head. Her skin was sun kissed pale compared to her tribe, and blue-grey eyes; were a sight to behold. A wicked beast lusts for her, but she was meant to mate with a barbarian; king of lethal beasts.

After a mentally deranged killer had entered your house, and you had to hide for your life, your friends all started to be taken one by one while this killer began to grow a sickening and twisted obsession over you. Who are they? And what do they want with you? Jeff the killer x reader dark story! Note: not my story but the author gave me permission to post it.

"In a room that held the most dangerous men, stood an angel." ~ Daisy was a beautiful, naïve daughter of a proud, wealthy family. Somehow, she agreed to go prison to protect her family's dignity. Only she didn't know that it would be at Bluebird Prison... for Men! Alone and afraid in an unknown place with strange people, she tried her best to disappear into the shadows, wishing nothing more than to escape. But, that was impossible when her adorable personality and doe eyes held an innocence that could capture any man's heart and drop them to their knees. A heart she did unknowingly capture belonged to none other than Seth. While she was sweet and shy, he was dangerous and struck fear into the strongest of men. A dominating aura was carried proudly around him yet when he met his lovely Daisy, he was instantly wrapped around all of her tiny fingers, knowing he'd do whatever possible to give her everything she had ever wanted. ~ [COMPLETED] [BOOK 1] read chapters earlier on Inkitt and Good Novel

[COMPLETED] "There's something I just have to do. Remember that incident with BEN?" I frowned and slowly nodded my head. "Well, I need to make sure something like that never happens. I need to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine." He smirked and took a knife that was on a night table next to the bed. "How about we leave a mark on you?" _______________________________________ DISCLAIMER: this story contains vulgar language, gore, abuse, murder, sexual content. My first fanfic. Hope you enjoy ^^ (The cover pic is mine btw) (Y/n) - your name (E/c) - eye color (S/c) - skin color Highest rankings: #1 in JeffTheKiller #1 in Horror And I don't quite remember any more, wasn't paying attention :DD

After witnessing the horrible murders of your parents at the age of 7, you haven't been the same since. You become a mute, shutting yourself out from the world, not doing much. The only company you have are the voices in your head and books. Reading became one thing you loved to do, as well as music. When you finally turn (your age), your adoptive parents try to cheer you up by taking you to the library. Once you get there, you feel a pair of eyes on you. After a week of being paranoid of everyone and everything, your foster parents go on a business trip. You know that whoever is after you, will attack soon. Will you survive the attack? Who has been watching you and what do they want with you?

F-i-n-e: Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional. Alice Winter's true colors. Leaving the 5th highschool she transferred from that year, she gives up on making friends; however, her stay in Sherwood, Ohio should be stable for a few months. Jason Dean, more commonly known as JD. His opinion of society and its value is oddly intriguing, if you are a psycho, of course. Or maybe 'damaged'. It provides a safe haven with answers for why your life... well, sucks. So, if those two mix? A present day Bonnie and Clyde.

*word of advice, if poorly written books annoy you don't read. If you do you better not complain in my comments lol* Never steal from kings. Especially the king of demons. She hadn't expected her young brothers to steal, she hadn't thought of that scenario or what she would do. So she does what she does best, put those who she loves the most above herself. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" He bellowed in my face. I took the mask off, "I just need you out of my fucking system." He says as he stalks closer to me. Our chests press together, I look at him coldly. Tears stingy my eyes and my throat tight. "Do what you have to do, my king." He rips the necklace right off my neck.