*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I was 3 years old when my parents left me in the middle of nowhere. Until someone found me. His name is Edward Cullen..... And he is a vampire. Story complete 🙊 I hope u will enjoy my story!! If u like the story my story please comment, vote and share. Ps: no copying

Tammy Hicks is an ordinary girl with a feisty spirit. She stands up for what she believes in, and doesn't bat an eyelash when it comes to dishing out justice. Yet, she's still human: hard on the outside, but soft on the inside. Enter Dallas Winston, a guy who just doesn't care, or that's what he wants people to think. He spends his time lifting various useless pieces of junk from the store, jumping innocents, smoking, cheating, partying and drinking. He thought could get any girl, until he meets Tammy. What will happen when their paths cross? Will Dallas have finally met his match in this ruthless game of relationships? Or will Tammy's facade surrender to the irresistible Dallas Winston?

The tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden

~*~ Everyday when he wakes up all he can see is green tall trees that are up in the air with bounty leaves but when she came in the middle of the pouring rain, all he wants to see is her in her yellow dress. © 2015 - 2017, Aura ~*~

After the death of both of her parents, Bella is left to the care of supposed friends of the family. But the longer she stays in their home, the more sinister events become. Family secrets leave her locked behind closed doors, both literally and metaphorically. And her one long-time ally has suddenly turned against her, no longer willing to stand between Bella and her abusive foster father.Plagued by the memories of her mother's death and remembrances of the kind young doctor who, while caring for her mother in her last days, gently removed eight-year-old Bella from her dead mother's arms on the worst morning of Bella's life, she misses the love of her parents, especially after being blamed for the death of her foster mother and the crippling injuries of her foster father. Now all of the people she has loved are now dead...except one. But he now callously joins in her abuse, seeming to take pleasure from her pain. Pinned within the four walls of her small bedroom, Bella yearns to flutter freely, to live a real life once again. Will she ever be rescued from her abusers?