I was ripped out of my thinking and back to him. "Look." I said, sighing. "If you're gonna kill me... Just do it quick. Tell my mom and dad I loved them..." I said. WAIT! "Wait! Never mind. Don't tell my mom and dad that I loved them. Don't even come near them at all! If you hurt them, I'm gonna haunt you to death! Literally!" I threatened him. The guy chuckled again. "I told you. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said. "Then why the fuck are you in my house! In my bedroom! And you took a shower in my bathroom!" I exclaimed. "I.. I wanted to finally see you, again. You are my friend after all" He said, almost sad. "Whose your friend?!" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. I kept on talking without waiting for him to respond. "They can't possibly be in my house!!" I yelled. "It's you." He simply said. My eyes widen Jasmin's life is turned upside down when her supposed Friend, Alex comes back into her life. Everyone she knows will be in danger if she doesn't do as he saids. But what happens when she uncovers a little more than just Alex's hobby to 'hurt', maybe even 'kill'. She'll do her best to uncover the truth, while keeping Alex entertained with her friendship.

'Fright. Such an emotion that I never knew I really missed coming from my little victim. That one simple emotion, swirling in those brown orbs that I made sure to never forget as I made sure as well- she hasn't forgotten me either. I couldn't help the smile that formed on my face. "I've missed you, Sweetheart."' Adam has been released from the containment of his jail cell with one thing in mind. To find the one and only victim that was able to escape from his grasps. To find- Bryony. After such time, he's waited for the day to get that victim back. Although this time around, he's sure to make sure her life ends- painfully and every bit as entertaining since she was 'special'. The only problem is- This time around, he may or may not succeed. And, there's really no telling what conflicts they go through now that Bry- wasn't the same person he left her. That Bry- was just like him. [Sequel to Taken.]

Bryony is a girl that would definitely prefer to be in the shadows rather than the spotlight. In a class assignment she is partnered with a hot jock and gets an opportunity to go back to his house. Was it a mistake?

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.