'Dear Diary, yesterday I spoke with the demon. Today I fell in love with him. Tomorrow he will kill me' A twisted fairytale about a girl, fighting for her last bit of reality.

Cassandra Lowe's parents seem to always be at work, leaving their two children with relatives far more than they would like. One day, Cassie's father gets a call asking him and his wife to take a trip to Australia, thousands of miles away from their children. They accept the offer but know they can't leave their seventeen- and eight-year-olds with their grandmother since she was recently bedridden. The couple decides to entrust Cassandra with watching after her little brother with the help of an assistant caretaker who will make daily trips to see them. The pair is pleased with their arrangements, but when the sitter is late, the couple has to leave before meeting the woman who will be taking care of their children for the next week. With slight hesitation, the couple leave, boarding a plane, assuming the elderly lady would arrive sooner rather than later, but little did they know they had hired a dangerous psychopathic killer named Harry Styles. Will Cassandra and Ben escape the harmful hands of their psychotic sitter? Or has he already set his eyes on the young and pure Cassandra...? -COMPLETED- • NO TRANSLATIONS • Description updated on 11/08/25 Highest Ranks: #11 FanFiction #16 Mystery/Thriller Editor: @GrumpyKatx Cover by: @navigate Trailer by: @cuddlingashton Copyright© 2014 _Discovered_

Harry is the new kid in school that everyone fears. His mysterious ways intrigued Kaylin. But, her friend always reminded her of how dangerous he is. He's the bad boy with tattoos. What good can come from that?

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

→ COMING SOON ← ❝she was pronounced dead months ago, harry.❞ ❝i know what i heard in that phone call, liam. she’s alive. and whether or not i do it alone, i’m going to fucking find her. and once i find the bastards that took the only thing that mattered to me, they’re going to wish they never fucking did.❞ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © OBSESSIVES IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH VIOLENCE, STRONG LANGUAGE, SEX, OR DRUG ABUSE THEN I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU DONT READ THIS THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM ZENMALIKS (AKA EMILY).

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

There he was. The brunette boy holding out his hand to help me up. I stood on the ground, my head throbbing from the fall and my hand close to his shaking. As I gaze up again at him I notice his expression isn't what I thought it would be. His face is tense and worried, like in his mind he said 'Oh are you okay?' But of course he can't speak. His eyes gaze at mine making it seem like he's an actual person. Should I reach for his hand? As I try to hold his gaze my hand slowly trembles towards his. Almost finger to finger I hear my name being called from across the hallway. "Riley!" Liam comes to me. Right as Liam see's me. The boy is gone. His body just mistified into the air. As Liam drops to the ground he smirks at me.