[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18 and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

I could hear her footsteps running behind me; so I intentionally made long steps. When I stopped and turned around she bumped into my chest and about to fall. Suddenly I urged myself to breakdown her fall. But she closed her eyes and got ready to take the fall; she looked like a baby in fear, it's kind of cute.I grabbed her with my arms around her slimy waist and her little hand too. She fits right into my arms. My heart skipped a bit when she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes went wide when it captured mine. Her eyes sure have some magnetic power. I can't take my eyes away from her. We both are too close; that I could feel her breath. When reality hits I slowly made her stand on her own and moved back. I threw the book at her. She looked at me with confusion. I showed my anger at her for acting like an innocent person. I know the reason for my anger is that she disappointed me when I thought that she was different. But to my surprise the one who left the book at car was Hanna. I can't make myself to say sorry to some idiotic random girl. So just walked back when I suddenly heard someone calling me by my name. "Nicholas" she yelled. I turned around to see the same small girl standing there. How dare she call me by my name? She gave me a grin with her hand folded to her chest. She tries to act like tough girl but it's too cute to watch. So I just stood there. But she went out off limits and questioned me if I like her? Me? Like? Her? No way ! Here comes our protagonist Candice called Candy - Chatter box but cute and friendly to everyone. No one could hate her except Nick. Nicholas called Nick- Handsome but arrogant, college senior who thinks the earth revolve around him. How do these two opposite poles have them attracted????

He watches you when you are sleeping.... Prolouge: A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes. "What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra. None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day. "Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet. The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down. "Get up!" Santa barked. The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last. Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap. Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids. "See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me." Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes. Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke. "No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for." Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm. "He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled. With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.

One of his hands slides underneath my dress and between my thighs, trying to separate them. I press them together harder, and see his facial expression-It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails start digging into my flesh, as I let out a weak sob. My voice seemed to have left me as the world around me became nothing. Was I going to accept this? Eyesight blurry, I become dizzy- intense nausea seeping in. I hope I throw up. I hope it disgusts him enough to leave me the hell alone. What if I get away and he follows me to my mom? What if he hurts her? As soon as the panic comes, it leaves. Had someone finally heard my screams and pleas for help? The old man is knocked off of my body in a blur, and I take this chance to crawl away from his hunched form; My bones aching from the hard, dirty floor. I reach the brick wall, and let myself fall limp on a patch of ivy. I suddenly feel tired, my energy was draining. I feel a heating sensation warming up my chest- spreading like a wildfire; My veins turn a glowing citrus, orange color- but it quickly goes away. Did I see that correctly? Although, the weak feeling doesn't go away. I shut my eyes momentarily, only to reopen them to fill my curiosity. I don't see much because of the black blobs coating my vision. The veins on my arms have went back to their normal blue, as if I hadn't seen them turn any odd color at all. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was only able to witness one thing, and I had a sinking feeling that I probably shouldn't have watched. I was able to spot out a masculine figure grab the old man by his neck, and what I saw next shocked me to my deepest core. His eyes turn an intense silky red as his fangs come out quickly and he gives an evil, intimidating smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He states in his low guttural voice as he reaches forward and rips the old man's liver out.

Bella, an uptight, cold executive, is on her way home for Christmas. The first Christmas she's been home since she started working for the Fortune 500 company that hired her from college, almost ten years ago. The only reason why she's going home is to meet her brother's new wife and her parents threatened to cut her out of the will if she didn't make time to see her family. However, it's snowing, a blizzard and Bella's car wasn't really designed for the cold. Or snow. Or anything other than sunny, perfect weather. Edward Cullen is alone on Christmas Eve, working, as usual. His family was long gone and all he had left was his family business, Cullen Towing Service and Garage, though that wasn't going well for him. Business was slow. His bills were piling up and he was afraid he was going to lose his livelihood if something didn't turn around. Over the radio, he heard about a stranded driver, stuck on the back road. Edward pulled on his winter coat, gloves and started his truck, driving to the location. A small sports car was stuck in a ditch, almost completely covered with snow. A beautiful woman, wearing heels and a fur coat was shivering outside her car. Edward immediately recognized her as the girl he once knew and had secretly crushed on for years. Her brother, Jasper, pretty told him to fuck off and said that she was too good for him, a grease-monkey, a blue-collar boy. Can this uptown girl fall for a guy with grease on his hands?

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

Hannah Jacobson has a perfect life, until it falls apart on Christmas Eve. Weeks later, without speaking to her family she meets Brett Kinard, and he seems perfect. Until it all falls apart with love and lies. ~~~~ "She's taken, and you're in my seat" I hear behind him in a manly voice. I look up and almost drop my mouth open at the fine man God has blessed my eyes with. He's got dark brown chocolate hair and he's hot. I don't know who he is but he can be my pretend boyfriend all he wants to be. He's tall, but not normally tall, he looks at least 6'6 and I don't think that's possible. He's hot though, not the typical type of hot. His arm has a tattoo sleeve all the way down it and his thighs are covered in jeans that hug him in all the right places. He's got on a plain hoodie with our college across it but he's immediately every girls center of attention because he's breathtaking. His chest is huge, it's straining under his hoodie and his eyes are so blue they look green. They are like a perfect teal color that's so intriguing. "Sorry man, didn't know" Dick tells him as he stands up and goes down a few seats opening his spot for this mysterious man. "Who are you?" I ask as nicely as I can as he sits down in the seat. "The guy who just saved you from that creep but you can call me Brett Kinard" he tells me as I nod. He's so handsome, I don't even think handsome is the word, he's just hot. I immediately almost drool as I look at him, along with every girl here. "Or daddy, whatever you prefer" he tells me as my mouth drops. I have never ever, went past kissing a guy and now he's throwing out daddy kink the day we meet? *Mature themes and scenes! I do not own any of the pictures!*

#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT

I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.