When a strange advertisement appears on the local newspaper asking for compliant females willing to interview and connect with the minds of the worlds worst serial killers, Aria Black thinks it nothing short of an exaggeration. She applies for the job in order to spice up her monochrome lifestyle and let loose of her past. She receives the biggest shock of her life. That shock comes in the form of a man infamously known as Banshee. © bincus, 2017. recognitions: wattys shortlisted 2018. featured in mystery. #1 in mystery/thriller 2019.

'Ashley looked forward to her new role as a moth looks forward to an electric light, drawn-in inexplicably and equally doomed upon contact.' Seventeen-year-old Ashley has her life mapped out as an aspiring psychologist. Bright and brilliant, with a particular fascination for warped and extraordinary minds, she leaps at the offer of work experience at Dale-Creek Hill, a private facility for the criminally unsound. Dazzled by the facility, Ashley strives to prove herself to her colleagues and the wily Head of the facility. However, in her eagerness to unlock the secrets of the inmate's minds, Ashley fails to realise she has a secret of her own, one that will connect her to two ingenious serial killers and change her life forever. [The Human Evil Series: Book One] [Unedited] [Only taster available.] ©2010 by Infamous ©2021 B. Infamous

❝i might be the master of everything, if I dared❞ Feyre has left her mate only to find herself in the heart of the Spring Court. A spy for the court of dreams. A pawn for the King of Hybern. And sheltered by Tamlin. Feyre must battle through the lies of the ones told to her, the secrets kept from her and the blood of war that drips all around her.

Call It An Obsession Book 2 Scarlett thought he was dead. And Scarlett thought she was free. But boy did Scarlett think wrong.

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic

I called Brendon from the motel room phone. "Hello?" "Brendon? I need you here now come the the motel down the street from the coffee place ill be waiting." I said sobbing "Babe are you okay? I'll be there in like five minutes." "That's impossible this is LA on a Friday night." "Wanna bet? I'll be there" he said and hung up. I decided to see who my rapist was so I turned on the lights. I automatically knew who he was. I ran out to find Brendon pulling up in his car I jumped in and told him to drive. "Drive me home you go spend the rest of your night with the guys ill tell you what happened when you get back." "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Okay" he said and drove me home I ran inside and automatically sobbed on the couch. I can't believe I lost my virginity to a rapist. *2 hours later* I heard the door open and close I was sitting in the kitchen with my cookies and I saw a drunk Brendon stumbling in. "Hey babe" I said walking over to him and trying to kiss him but he pulled away. "Hey! I have a girlfriend!" "Oh you do? Well I'm so sorry I didn't know! What's your girlfriends name?" I said playing along to him being drunk "Her name is Alex! And I love her very much!" "Oh you do?" "Yes! And I'm planning on proposing to her next week!" He said "You are?" I asked smiling with tears in my eyes. "Yup!" He said smiling. I hugged him crying. "Im sure shes gonna say yes" I mumbled into his ear. "I hope she does" he said "now I'm gonna sleep on the couch you sleep in the bed." "Why don't you come sleep in the bed with me?" "Okay" He said "Great!" I said and dragged him to the bed room. I threw him on the bed and cuddled up next to him. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me

"Darling. We don't have a lot in common but we're on the same track. I've been a criminal all my life, and you're just starting." •••WARNING: LOTS OF UNNECESSARY P!ATD AND TOP REFERENCES••• also this is hella cringe because i wrote it forever ago

All my life I was taught that God had a plan for me. But this time he didn't. This boy was slowly turning me into the sinner I had always been afraid of.

"Well, I make things, fix things, and collect stuff." "Like what?" "Well, I can fix cars and broken toys and I make and collect..." He paused. "Dolls." his voice a bare whisper. "What?" "Oh, nothing." __________________ InsanelyFrancesca© AnxietyAtTheBall© InsaneAtTheBall©

He stalked towards me, hunger in his once bright eyes, his body as rigid as a predator ready for the kill. With my back against the wall I searched for my escape, for even a glimmer of hope in this dark pit of hell; nothing. Here I was, face to face with what one can only describe as a raging psychopath, and all I could do was cower with my knees to my chest. In seconds a pressure wrapped its stinging presence around my throat, hoisting me from the floor until my tip-toes barely grazed the tile beneath me. Violently clawing at the fleshy fingers, I fought with every bit of strength I had. "I love it when you squirm. It makes it all the more thrilling." Hot breath caressed my ear, spilling the acidity of his words into my very core. "What happened to you?" I pleaded, trying to reach out to whatever part of the real him was still left. "Well, you see my dear, a lot of things can happen behind these walls." Cover designed by AnxietyAtTheBall, whom I absolutely love!