"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

Drifter - \ˈdrif-tər\ : A person who moves from place to place. They are but simple wanderers, for whatever reasons they have to be one. Only when they find a reason to stay, will they no longer be a Drifter. Her reason was Him Started: JUNE 2014 Finished: OCT 2014 WARNING: Explicit language, & Sexual scenes will occur in this story.

Being Spotted often implies a negative connotation or is associated with negative consequences, but when Clarissa Fray is Spotted by teenage heart throb Harry Styles, grabbing her attention is the last thing on his mind. All Rights Reserved to wishyouwerehes, 2014.©

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

"you were never going to chose me, were you harry? all those lies of leaving your wife, you just led me on." her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. harry looked from his former lover to his wife who's jaw was clenched and lips were pressed together in a thin, tight line. she wasn't happy. "sorry, ma'am. i don't think i remember meeting you. you probably have the wrong guy," he looked at her apologetically, guilt showing clearly in his eyes. erin stood there with a satisfied smile and a devilish glint in her orbs as she watched the poor girl break right in front of her. "your right, harry. you are the wrong guy. i just can't believe it took me this long to realize it." she whispered. updates on weekends. -lowercase intended- | all rights reserved © 2016 | @harrysbabyyy cover done by: @amazani

"Um, hey. My family heard you was our new neighbour, so we would like you to take these cookies." "I'd much rather take you against this wall baby girl."

"Run, Rosalie, run," his deep voice sung, almost like a sick nursery rhyme. His words swirled around me, each syllable like a needle stabbing into my skin. I knew he was trying to torment me, but all I wanted to do was get away from him. I kept running, the muscles in my legs burning furiously, but I dared stop in case I was caught. "Everything you're running from is still in your head." I scrunched my face up, trying my hardest to ignore his words as I sped away from him. But I knew he was right. Even if I out ran him, his presence was still in my mind, slowly turning me insane. I heard his bellowing laugh behind me as cold hands gripped my waist from behind, sharp fingernails piercing into my skin. "Running from your problems is a race you'll never win," he whispered, his hot breath burning my ear. "I'll always beat you." And he was right.

He was destined to be evil; it was in his blood. He was destined to kill; it was in his blood. But destiny takes a turn when he does the unexpected, unacceptable, and downright insane thing no other creature of his species has dared to do... He falls in love. [Highest Ranking: #15 in Paranormal] -Please note that this story was inspired by Sally Green's "Half Bad" and yet I can assure you the story is entirely different. The basis is similar, but the context is not. Thank you-