He wanted her; She'd always tell -- "I hope that you burn forever in hell." He has her in his grasp; This type of duo was never meant to last. Story excerpt: "You don't know how to shoot a gun." I raised my eyebrows in surprise - that's what he was concerned about? Then, I proceeded to pump the shot gun, my finger resting on the trigger. Aidan seemed a bit taken aback by this revelation and chose to take a retreating step. He eyed me with a small amount of caution from the action that I performed. "Car keys. Phone. Now." "Vie- "My name is Arianna Hopkins...!" I stressed with absolute resolution, and that seemed to shut him up completely. He didn't like that I had denied the name that had had given me - the new life that I was supposed to live with him. I would go back home. I had to.

⭐𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 Grace Matthews yearns to break away from her small hometown. On the day of her 18th birthday, she embarks on a road trip that will launch her into adulthood. However, one lesson she quickly learns is that life doesn't always go the way you plan it. Abducted by a religious family with cult-like ideals, Grace finds herself facing the unimaginable while struggling to maintain her own faith, and her sanity. As reluctancy becomes evident in one of her captors, will she fight like hell to redeem him or is he merely a blue-eyed devil in disguise? ⚠️ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. [64,000+ Word Count] ⭐️ #1 in Abducted - 5/3/23 ⭐️ #1 in Cult - 8/15/22 ⭐️ #1 in Mystery-Thriller - 5/11/23 ⭐️ #1 in ShortHorrorStories - 5/11/23 ⭐️ #1 in TrueCrime - 9/30/22 ⭐️ #2 in Horror - 2/9/22 ⭐️ #2 in StockholmSyndrome - 9/28/22 ⭐️ #3 in Brainwash - 3/21/22 ⭐️ #6 in Murder - 7/30/22

Alex; Quiet. Loyal. The kind of friend who stays a little too late and listens a little too closely - especially when it comes to Hazel. Hazel, who laughs at his jokes. Hazel, who never pushed him away. Hazel, who trusted him enough to believe he wanted nothing from her. Her marriage is solid. Her life is stable. She never questioned it. Alex just convinced himself she did. His attention becomes comfort. Comfort becomes temptation. Temptation becomes something Hazel never agreed to - a story Alex writes for both of them, twisting every glance, every kindness, into proof she must want him back. And when lines are crossed, Alex tells himself he's giving her what she secretly desired. He calls it love. He calls it fate. But the truth is much uglier. Told through the eyes of a self-proclaimed "nice guy," this is the descent of a man who manipulates his closest friend into the role he wants her to play... and still can't understand why he ends up the monster. A story about obsession, delusion, and the violence of being rewritten by someone who insists he knows you better than you know yourself.

What would you do for the ones you love? Katherine would soon find out just how far she's willing to go to protect her family. A normal day at a park turns into a whirlwind nightmare as she and her young cousin Dana are thrown into the dark world of trafficking that one can barely begin to imagine. Left with impossible choices to protect her cousin, Katherine will stop at nothing to get Dana home, even if it means leaving herself behind in the process. To love is to eventually let go.

SEQUEL TO CACHE. If you have not read Cache then please do so. It's been four years since Katherine and Dana East were kidnapped from their local park and rushed to a trafficking ring in Russia. Twenty two year old Katherine is driven by a thirst for justice and an aftertaste of revenge. She has been steadily receiving her police training and is rising through the ranks, one crook at a time. Life is moving forward for her but what about Dana? Dana is now sixteen and nobody knows where she is or if she is even alive. But Katherine knows that she is getting close, she knows that someone out there still wants her. She's just waiting for him to strike... So that she can strike back even harder.

#1 in Thriller /15-05-18/ "I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear. "Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body. Copyright © 2014

A set of chess stands at my bedside table, the white row perfectly in line while one of the black knights already moved. I furrow my eyebrows at the wrongdoing but then remind myself of one thing; he doesn't play by the rules. Picking up the small letter in the middle of the checkerboard, I keep the creeping fear at bay and read the four words followed by his signature, surprisingly neatly written. "Prepare to be checkmated - Nick."

Alaya Tara Nahar's stalking abilities are close to zero to none, so for her to mess up a potential relationship with just a like wasn't unheard of. Or that's what she thought. ❪ both images and written bits will be included ❫ Copyright © tazwrites 2021. All rights reserved.

Thank you to @_munroe for the new cover! Austin is on the run after kidnapping his little sister, "Pixie", the only thing he cares about and the only person he loves. His life consists of making money any way he can, staying alive, staying hidden, and taking care of the deeply traumatized 5-year-old. In a van that serves as both transportation and home, they're biding their time on the streets of Dallas, Texas until Austin's 18th birthday, when he hopes to adopt Pixie and save her from the nightmare that was both of their lives. Then along comes Rory, an aspiring ballerina who's falling apart behind her graceful facade. She enters Austin's life by chance and gives him something new to hold onto. From completely different worlds, they complicate each other's lives, but they might just end up saving each other.

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.