UNORIGINAL

Sometimes I have dreams, My memory of these dreams aren't always clear and the stories tend to be a bit jumpy, a lot of these happen because I ate ice cream before bed. NOTE all names and locations have been changed for safety purposes

She - Innocent, shy, clumsy, naïve 19 year old beautiful girl who's trying to face the challenges life is throwing at her. With no parents besides her, she tries her best to impress her aunt who hates her. With a jealous cousin, she tries her best to cope up with her college life who loves to give her shocking surprises. But what will happen when she'll face the true devil? Will he break her or will gather her broken pieces of heart?? He- Ruthless, arrogant, cruel 25 years old handsome CEO of top multinational company and the King of underworld who'll ruin everything coming in his way. With hateful parents, he's trying his best to avoid them and not to kill them. With thousands of enemies, he's at his best to scare them off. But what will happen when he'll face a true angel in this cruel world? Will she fix him or will run away from him like everyone else?? ----------------------------------------- "........now you may kiss the bride". I froze. I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted to hide somewhere and never come back. Lucifer slowly turned me towards him. He lift up my veil and pulled my waist tightly until I was completely pressed against him. Then he whispered "welcome to my world, wife" and kissed me hard on my lips. It was more like a punishment kiss. I tried to push him but he bite my lips hard. Now tears were streaming down my face. After some minutes he released me and wipe my tears and kissed me on my forehead. People were clapping. Celebrating my doom.

They don't understand. I want to talk to people. But every time I try, my heart races and I start to hyperventilate. No one knows, of course. Well, except a few close friends. Will I ever make a sound? Or stay a tongue-biter forever? *WARNING* Sensitive topics such as mental disorders, suicidal thoughts and actions, and contains heavy swearing.

What dose it mean when a super hero's greatest dreams and darkest nightmares take over the real world? And why dose it all seem so real if it's all a dream! Please comment and keep reading, it might seem bad at first but trust me it gets so much better!

After a failed attempt at a relationship, I try to make it on my own. However, I end up with a new neighbor who exudes charm, danger, and sexual energy as if it's a job. To make matters worse, I find myself semi-kidnapped by the same dangerous, foul-mouthed, rude neighbor who turns out to be a part of the Italian Mafia. Now, I'm stuck riding shotgun while being chased by gun-wielding maniacs on our way to someplace "safe." I'm beginning to think this is my new reality. *Trigger Warning* Graphic violence, explicit mature scenes, and non-consensual touching (not from the main love interest).

They say I'm crazy but that isn't true,...right? "What is it that you have and I have that's abnormal to everyone?" "We both have demons on the side of our beds... Disguised as guardian angels." Her anxiety, asthma, insomnia, paranoia and depression all attacked her as she stands there. Pictures with blurred and scratched out eyes surrounding her. In the same place she drew. His blurred eyes. Warning: contains aggressive vocabulary! Read at own risk ❗️❗️ #8 in horror-thriller 🏅 #2 in tobecontinued #79 in creepy

*BOOK 1* Nightmares seem to be the most frightening, powerful dreams a person could have; whether if they are of your worst fears or not, they still lurk in the shadows of your sleeping mind, watching...waiting.... They take you to the most Hellish places you can imagine until you wake up, fearing to sleep the next night. But what happens if nightmares go too far? What if you can't wake up?

You ever wake up in Hell and realize you've somehow become Satan's emotional support human? No? Just me? Cool. So, long story short-some unhinged demon king dragged me into his grand gothic nightmare castle and decided I'm his. Apparently, we're in some epic, fate-written love story. Except I was not given a script, and I'm pretty sure I was supposed to be the main character in a normal life, not whatever this is. The bad news? He's completely obsessed and won't let me leave. The worse news? He's ridiculously hot, which feels unfair. The actual worst news? ...I might be starting to like the chaos.

This is a Fantasy-Romance, Action-Adventure Gay Novel where the story runs along with a man named Oliver Bay. Upon dying, he was transmigrated into a different world. He suddenly found himself married to a soon to be Demon King, Set, a surprisingly gentle and naive God of Chaos. Together they will rule the Demon realm, have an adventure, create an heir, and discover love? * * * Awakened by a phone call, Oliver slowly rose up from the bed blinking his eyes a few times. He stared at the familiar white curtain of his room as it protected him from the sun's rays of sunlight that penetrated the glass sliding door by the terrace. He releases a sigh of relief as he realized he is in his cozy room. "It was a dream." He breathes out in relief. His dream last night was so realistic he almost believed that he died, transmigrated, married a Demon God, and most of all turned into a Demon himself. Recalling his dream, Oliver closes his eyes. "hmmm, I could almost still feel my tail swayin---AHHHHH!" Screaming as he stared wide-eyed at the majestic man laying beside him. He had a frown forming on his perfect eyebrows, clearly, it showed he was displeased at the sudden outburst. Oliver opened his mouth and close it again like a fish out of the water. Both he and the man were naked, their tails were tangled whilst swaying. "Are you always this lively in the morning, my Mania?" He asked with his deep penetrating voice. What is happening??

They say the mind is maze of unknown insanity. A place where you don't know how wrong you are until it's too late. I felt myself crumbling and drifting away into what I always feared. Turning into the monster under the bed instead of the scared child under the covers. It was drowning me fast, taking me under, until I started breathing it like oxygen. Until it had me hooked by the neck, and I couldn't make my escape. I don't know how he found me or why he stayed by my side. I just know his love was so intoxicating, that it saved me. And I know his love was so addicting, that it killed me. Or maybe I was dead all along.