Katherine, a 20 year old young adult, has had, homicidal, threatening, and aggression issues. And for some time, the internet has been exploding with theories and ideas that something called Creepypastas are real. Every where she had seen theories, video proof, and even rituals about summoning them. This obviously bugged her because she doesn't believe they're real, and thinks that people are getting scared over nothing.
She started to see strange things, figures, her mind going static, unable to hear anyone, not even her own thoughts, her vision flashing, one moment sees in a room where everyone in it was dead and blood all over the place, the next, everything is normal. Katherine starts to have painful headaches and situations where she feels sick and faint. She feels as if someone is following her. And she feels that pulling urge to kill someone.
Everyone is saying it's the work of the Creepypastas, but Katherine states that it's not, that they're overreacting, and that she's just seeing and hearing things, that it's all in her head. Katherine starts taking medication, seeing doctors and psychiatrists, but it never works. Yet Katherine is certain that they're not real, but what would happen if she discovered their existence? In person.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.