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Just your generic Jason McCann kidnaps girl type of thing... Sweetheart. I remember the way that name rolled smoothly off Jason's tongue. I remember the way his lips curled up in a smirk whenever he said it, occasionally adding a wink to his beautiful expression. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as Jason in my life... But maybe because he was just a face in my dreams. Or in my nightmares. *** Is it possible to fall in love with America's most dangerous criminal, even after he kidnaps you and claims you as his own? (it's nauseatingly cringeworthy for about twenty chapters but I promise it gets progressively better. I was twelve when I wrote this and unhealthily obsessed with JB)

Games can be fun, but some games end rather badly. What happens when a young girl plays a game that catches the attention of someone that's not only bad, but deadly? Because once you kiss death... well... lets's just say that a killer doesn't kiss and tell... <3 This is a sample of my book. The book can now be found on Amazon, both as a paperback and as a digital book. It was free for five days in March 2020 to thank the wonderful readers here on �������� that supported me while I wrote the book. Thanks again for the support, it meant a lot. <3 NB! Warning some people might find this twisted love story disturbing. Stockholm syndrome* will be comming into play. The published version of the book is mature. The book starts off somewhat light, but it does get darker chapter by chapter. It is not recommended for a younger audience, nor for those who might take offense with strong language, sex scenes, non consensual acts, violence etc. Happy reading :D *Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity. These feelings, resulting from a bond formed between captor and captives during intimate time spent together, are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims. Generally speaking, Stockholm syndrome consists of "strong emotional ties that develop between two persons where one person intermittently harasses, beats, threatens, abuses, or intimidates the other.

Falling in love with my best friends dad isn't something that was meant to happen. Will it last? Is he the person i think he is? *first time writing, so be kind haha.*

"you're emotionally and physically a part of me, our souls are intertwined. i love you with my life, darling. i'll be sure anyone who gets in our way will pay a great deal."

Jeongin is working himself to death and can't find any way out. One particular night he is finally too tired. He leans against a wall and closes his eyes just for a second. The next second something is pressed against his mouth and nose. He doesn't fight back. He's too weak to do so. His mind goes foggy and his limbs get heavier. He can't stay still and nearly falls over. But someone catches him before he does. Everything goes dark. TW, this book will contain: Stockholm syndrome -stalking -non-consensual drug use -obsessive behaviour -kidnapping !Read at your own risk! If not interested please delete it from your library and don't report

As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

"I will chain you up and keep you in my bedroom forever. The only one who you will ever love is me. You are mine Ella and nobody, not even God can change that." Ella wanted a simple life. Nothing too lavish or extraordinary. She wanted independence, to fly free like a bird and travel the world, to see things beyond what they seemed to be, but one fateful meeting changes it all. And now, all she wants to do is escape, but he won't let her go, no matter what it be. Will she escape this madness to find her true self in the process? Or will the darkness bring her down to hell? [Caution : Dark Romance] [The novel may contain scenes of abuse, emotional and physical, forced actions and dark sentiments. Please proceed with caution.]

"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.

Ever since his childhood he's found that the urge to chop humans up is as strong as the urge to eat. Mark is a serial killer. His favourite hobby is to track down rapists and murders, then bring them back to his cabin in the wood by any means necessary. Chop them up and dispose of the parts so they're never seen of again. It's either that or dump the body's near water to wash it of evidence. But one snow covered night, when he travels down to the frozen lake to slide a body under the ice, he finds another body. In one piece and without a pulse. While still riding his high, he takes the frozen body back to his cutting room. After all, who would waste a good body? This story is about Stockholm Syndrome and how it can develop in people kept in captivity. This was the easiest medium I could think of to explain what it's like to fall in love with the person who treats you like shit. I hope you can understand by the end. NOT A SEPTIPLIER STORY