My Best Friend Is A Serial Killer
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Last published Thu, Oct 2, 2014
"Do you really know what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart?" Mr. Levine asked leaning on my desk with his palms. Our faces were only inches apart, allowing me to smell the peppermint scented gum he chewed on. I nodded my head and released a shaky sigh. "Nervous already?" He asked touching my curled hair with his index finger. He flicked it out my eye then cuffed it behind my ear. "You are just so-" "Dad... step away from Jessabelle." Andy said walking in the classroom. Mr. Levine straightened then backed away. "I wasn't doing anything son, mind your Goddamn business and go home." Mr. Levine said inching closer to Andy. Andy looked at me then chuckled as he turned his attention back to his father. "... How can I when you're my ride home, Dumbass." He stated leaning against the white board.
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Damaged Hearts EDITING
"Ace...you need to let it go. I knew you were hiding something from me. When your happy, I can still see a look of guilt. You're ashamed of your actions, it runs through your mind constantly. I see it all the time. You'll be happy but at the same time you look like your in so much emotional pain" I whisper. He looked utterly shocked. "I-I..." He couldn't form his words. I wiped away his stray tear. Bringing my lips to his. It was soft and sweet. Those same flips happening in my stomach, those tingling feelings. My heart racing twice as fast. He soon responded in the kiss. As he closed his eyes a few more tears drops rolled down from his eyes. I soon closed my eyes too. Soon pulling away. "You don't need to torture yourself Ace. Let yourself be happy" I whisper. He placed his head on mine closing his eyes. I was practically straddling him. "I don't know how" He whispered. "Then let me make you happy" I say, biting my lip. He smiles. "You already do" He whispers before placing his lips on mine.Complete
Professor Parks
Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMCComplete
My Enemy, My Fiancé
"Why are you doing this to me?" The grey swirls look up from the stupid book he's reading. They glower in the dim lights. "And what am I doing to you, Amaya?" Hayes asks calmly and I ball my hands into fists, seething at his ignorance. "Well?" "You're hurting me." "I'm protecting you." He says, glancing back at the book. "By pushing people away from me? By stopping me from doing what I want? When did that become your choice?" "From the moment I stuck that ring on your finger and promised myself that I'll never let you be in that same position as you were last year." He snaps his book shut, and glares down at the Rolex enclosed on his wrist. "So that's it? You'll just keep me under your control?" "Darling, I'm just trying to protect you. Why can't you see that?" My Professor rises from his seat and runs his hands down his suit. "When we get married-" "If we get married." The grey swirls snap to me like lightening and his jaw flexes. My heartbeat quickens and I make a turn towards the door, now desperately wanting to leave his office. "If we get married?" He repeats, walking dangerously quick towards me as I try for the door. "If we get married?" Slam! His sudden closeness to me, the way I can feel his hot breath by my neck is enough to send me spiralling in both fear and excitement. Hayes spins me around and pushes me back against the door. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him, his gaze sending jolts to my lower stomach. "When we get married." He utters, trailing his thumb along my bottom lip. "When we get married, my love. Say it to me." "When we get married." I whisper weakly, my eyes glued to his face. "Good." His lips curl upwards and my cheeks flush against my will. I wait for him to kiss me, I wait for him to tell me that he loves me. But instead he takes a step back, glancing down at his watch. "Your class is about to start, Miss. Falke. I suggest you run." #3 high - 06/11/2025 #3 engaged - 12/11/2025 #1 high - 16/01/2026
Bed of Nails
"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?
Invade me (book 1)
"Fuck off!" I yell, storming away. The nerve of that guy. It was a one night stand, I didn't marry him! I grumble as I plop into my car. Why was he being so weird now? Especially after he left like he did... I bite my lip and lean back in my seat, sighing and closing my eyes. And all that blood... He just... Licked it. And he actually... Grunted. Like he liked it. And now the weirdo won't leave me alone... I pull out my cell and see a text message from him. Dammit! Why did I give him my number!? 'You can't hide from me.' It reads. 'Go away you fucking stalker!' I message back. 'But I love you...' I sigh and throw my phone in the back seat. I have to get out of here.Complete
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞 || 𝟏𝟖+
Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in. When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light creeps in through the cracks, and for or a moment, the tunnel seems to have a way out, but what if it collapses before they make it? - "You saved my life." The words come out as a whisper, I've been dying to say that. I thank god every day that he came into my life when he did. "Fuck Vivian, you don't know how much I needed you." I tear up just a little as he speaks, I don't know the last time I cried happy tears. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks, resting my forehead against his. "No matter how much I push, I don't mean it. Please don't give up on me." My words seem to relieve him in some way as I feel his shoulders relax. "Even when I'm gone, I'll be by your side, forever." He brings his hand, sticking his pinky out. "pinky promise."I wrap mine around his, placing a kiss on his lips. Warning before you read!! This is my first book! This book will contain topics of SA, eating disorders, and mature content, if any of these things may bother you in anyway, please scroll! I hope when I finish this book I can public a clean version, with a different perspective leaving out these topics, but for now, this is how i've envisioned this story to go! Enjoy -Ash🌸
Behind Classroom Doors
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Intern
"That's your boss? He's hot." "He's bipolar." "Introduce me, please!" Jasmin begs, weighing my shoulder down. "Isn't he the reason why you're going abroad?" "Eh." I shrug, watching as he hands someone his bags, laughing at something they say. This man is doing something to me. And it's strange. "Roni. I know you didn't get dressed that cute for no reason." She points to my outfit, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm just comfortable. And he's coming over right now." Mr. Hayes strides towards us and I fix my posture, smiling at him. "Hello to your friend." Adrian waves as my friend begins to swoon. "Are you ready? You better not embarrass me, Roni-Ann." He holds his arm out for me and I take it, humming in response. "Yes, sir." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« "You don't listen, Roni-Ann!" "Me? I do what you tell me. When have I ever went against you?" "Yesterday. I told you to stay inside. Or at least call me when you got home. You did neither!" Adrian yells at me and I flinch, not expecting it. "I don't have to take orders from you outside of this workplace. I'm my own individual." "You don't, huh?" He traps me between his body and the wall and I look up at him, his eyes darkening. "Joder, Roni-Ann." "Please calm down." "How does it feel to be a murderer..." He mutters, leaning down to kiss my ear and I tense up. "Because you're killing my heart." He doesn't think of me as- "I'm your intern, sir. This shouldn't be happening." I stutter, my legs too weak for me to move. "You're not thinking straight." "All interns get an upgrade, eventually. Yours just might make you mine."Complete
"Ace...you need to let it go. I knew you were hiding something from me. When your happy, I can still see a look of guilt. You're ashamed of your actions, it runs through your mind constantly. I see it all the time. You'll be happy but at the same time you look like your in so much emotional pain" I whisper. He looked utterly shocked. "I-I..." He couldn't form his words. I wiped away his stray tear. Bringing my lips to his. It was soft and sweet. Those same flips happening in my stomach, those tingling feelings. My heart racing twice as fast. He soon responded in the kiss. As he closed his eyes a few more tears drops rolled down from his eyes. I soon closed my eyes too. Soon pulling away. "You don't need to torture yourself Ace. Let yourself be happy" I whisper. He placed his head on mine closing his eyes. I was practically straddling him. "I don't know how" He whispered. "Then let me make you happy" I say, biting my lip. He smiles. "You already do" He whispers before placing his lips on mine.
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