In which eighteen year old Genevieve catches the attention of her professors. Causing an unsettling infatuation. Infatuation soon turns into obsession. Warning: This material is not suitable for those under the age of 18.

"So goddamn tiny," He muttered to himself, making a blush rise to Freya's cheeks. "I am not," She defended herself quietly. "You're just huge." ~🎀~ Freya Karol was the epitome of innocence. She was small, sheltered, and fiercely protected by her millionare father. Going out after 8pm was a no. Drinking alcohol or doing drugs was a no. Skipping school without reason was a no. And boys were a big no. But if there was one thing that attracted Falcon Anders, it was innocence. ~🎀~ "All the synonyms of perfect. This book is absolutely beautiful, the plot, the writing and the characters are so addicting. Literally fell in love within reading the first paragraph of the book. I honestly truly hope you update more often, because you're very talented and this book is literally beautiful💙" - Najma Copyright © 2019 N.E. Lorimer All rights reserved.

Emery has always been troubled. After struggling to accept the sudden death of her mother, she was forced to depend on her grieving father for both knowledge and guidance. As she battles through her own conflicting feelings of confusion, her family's known resentments, and their hidden distractions, she must learn how to open her confined world to a new perspective. That is, the ostracized life of her fated mate-a werewolf who belongs to the Gods. note - cover is made by @ViaAlyssaNicole note - this is currently being edited!

It was rumored that a beast lived in the shadows, he was known as the sex beast long before a battle went down and after that, he was known as the scarred beast who preyed on females in heat. No female had ever survived his wrath, or bore his mark. Except for one. Lilliana never thought what she would come across on one fateful night where she felt more hornier than ever. Once marked by the beast, everyone frowned upon her and she was ruined until the beast appeared again, claiming her as his. 18+ (Jumps into action real quick!)

The door opened quietly, Hades entered with all his glory, he looked at me with angry eyes. I gulped, "Before you say anything, I just want to tell you that I have my reasons for doing what I did." He crossed his arms over his chest, "And what are these reasons?" I took a deep breath, "I couldn't control myself, I- I got jealous." I mumbled. "Jealous?" He didn't sound convinced. I nodded, "Yes jealous, because you did that on purpose!" I pointed my finger at him, "I saw how you were flirting with that- that she-wolf! I have all rights to act that way, you cannot blame me, it was an instinct to claim you- well I didn't technically claim you, I only kissed you in front of her and your warriors," I shook my head, "All in all, you can't be angry for something that was bound to happen." I crossed my hands, feeling proud of myself, "You called for it." I muttered, holding back a grin. "I am not angry that you kissed me in front of my warriors," he spoke, "I'm embarrassed." My eyes widened, "Embarrassed?" "And disgusted." ______ Life as an omega isn't pretty, in fact, it is worst than being a rogue. Trapped in the dirtiest part of the pack, poor and full of hunger, some omegas feast on themselves when it's needed. By force or not. Jane Bogador is an omega. A creature that isn't really different from others, she wants what all of them longed for most of their lives. A mate. A mate that will love her no matter what flaws she owns, a mate that will provide her anything she needs, even if it's not too much, he will make her stuffed and full of love. She prays to the mood goddess everyday, every second she can, to find her mate as soon as possible. That prayer has been sent and answered. With one meeting, a deal has been made between the alpha and the unexpected visitor. When the two meet, eyes snapped in recognition. Her mate. This is it. A journey shall rise. ::Fast update::

"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.

*cover images are not mine* A sadistic being develops an ominous obsession with an anxiety ridden young woman. Feasting himself on her fears, and devouring her body and mind. Noxodius knows that he has gone too far, but he can he stop himself? Can he let the little human go? Will he cut her loose after he gets his fill, or will he swallow her whole? When he realizes things are not as they seem, will he have biten off more than he can chew? ************************************

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 - #44 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 Sutton's worries are far from over... S L O W U P D A T E S ! WARNING : aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality, language, and drugs.

((previously named Mr. Scream's House of Horrors)) One minute, there was nothing - the next, they were all you could see. Entranced by a world full of mystery and horror, Isla Callahan becomes Baby Doll, the final piece to Mr. Scream's collection of Creepy Girls.