'he was my razor blade' 'she was my drug' they were the solution to each other's problems. h.s fanfic.

"There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined." When there is a gun pointed to your head, you have two options: Make a run for it or oblige by the criminal's rules. Sometimes we try and run, but our legs won't move. Panic sets in, and now you have no choice but to do what the criminal says. This is what happens with Spencer Hale. Trapped at a bank, there aren't many places for her to go with a criminal holding her hostage. When the sound of police sirens fill her ears she thinks she will be saved. Really this criminal has a different plan for her and decides to take her with him because she already knows to much. Sometimes less is more in terms of knowing things, and Spencer might just know too much.

These spine chilling stories will make you squirm and duck for cover under your blanket. If you like horror this is a good book for you. But one word of advice... Don't read this at night.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

"He's the star and all I am is the water boy." [#1 Fan Fiction. **First Place (Popular Narry) / 2nd Most Voted Story in the 2014 1DBromance Awards (Olympic 2014)] [Going through a 2nd Edit] Cover by: NarryBuddy

"no one is dying tonight." copyright 2014 © hahahakris

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart