Fear Street Killers

"He lifted his eyes to me. I was instantly captivated. He was sheer beauty in his black, hooded cloak. Was he real or just my imagination? It didn't matter. I had to know the mysterious man shrouded in darkness...Graveyard Watchman is created by Leslie Fear, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

"He knew me from the moment I stepped through the broken window.Studying me.Watching me.Changing me.I was unaware of him at first; my life was too out of control to notice. The constant moving and lack of money after Mom divorced Dad was turning her into a different person. All she did was drink and she was now this angry person I didn't want to know.But once I stepped through the window inside that house, I could feel the peace surrounding me. Hugging my body as if it had arms. Protecting me. Loving me. It was like the house knew what I craved and it felt too good to question any of it. So I went back, day after day. I hungrily guzzled up the euphoria like a raging alcoholic, reaching for another drink.Just like my mother…Atticus is created by Leslie Fear, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

Yvette Skye has been diagnosed with depression. She thinks her parents will understand her situation, but all she gets is boundless mockery and doubt. After her affair with her sister’s boyfriend is found out, she dies in an accident. After her death, her biased parents suddenly start to regret their actions.

For years Alpha Drake has been looking for his parents killers, to take revenge on them. And he also hoped to find is mate too along the line to fill in the blank space and make him happy again. But everything turned out to be bad when he finally found his parents killers and also his mate. He discovered the Alpha who had killed his parents is the father of his mate. Will he be able to give his parents the justice he has promised them, or reconsider and accept his mate?

*His eyes scanned my bruised face, searching for answers. A careful, gentle hand caressed my cheek, intensifying the turmoil in his gaze. "He did this to you." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. But I couldn't find my voice, trapped in frozen silence. Fear gnawed at my skin as I stood amidst cold-blooded killers, surrounded by chaos and lifeless bodies. And as he held the gun, I knew more bodies would soon drop.* *** To everyone else, she was a nobody. A vessel for their perverse desires, a desperate pawn willing to fulfill their every whim. A nearsighted girl, finding solace only within the pages of her books, a portal to escape reality. But what they failed to grasp was that behind those innocent blue eyes lurked a devil, dependent on her happiness, hiding in the shadows and watching over her. And that devil was prepared to sacrifice everything for her. The scariest part? She had no clue. *"Why do you act like you're in love with me?" "Jesus, Lily," he growled, "I TATTOOED YOUR NAME ON MY FUCKING CHEST!"*

When I received two distinct fingers in a small box with no return label in my P.O box, revenge was my only source of finality, as my own life was on a time limit. Cracking down on the killers was my only thought, even if it was, my last.

Quan Durbysch, a Black from the Land of Rovega, held a grudge for years against the black robed people who killed her mother. The killers have eye color that typical of Blue people. The problem is people think that the Blue People are extinct. So, who are they? However, one day, finally, the girl accidentally found one of the killers and the next problem that happened was not as easy as she imagined. Zanxer. Quan doesn't know exactly what that thing is, but because of that, her life that was originally full of revenge became a little parted; starting from her meeting with Zurg, then Shodo and finally Osh. Her search for the gang in black robes requires the girl to face the Voice. They demanded that Quan have to carry on with her mother's unfinished duties. First, she must find Zanxer, the thing that her mother has hidden. If she doesn't find it soon, then the Land of Rovega will be on the verge of a war of blood. The battlefield will be full of white, black and silver blood. Even blue, if the nation is still exists.

"YOUR MINE DAMN IT NEVER FORGET THAT" She's Anastasia. All her life she grew up on the streets, helpless and hungry, until one day a boy came into her life and taught her how to fight, and afterwards he left just like everyone does. But she started street fighting turned into a badass. They considered her as the she-devil. Meet Luca Phoenix the leader of one of the biggest mafias of the world. He is cold hearted. Sleeps around. Is a Greek God. He also has lost his parents. The typical cliché bad boy. One problem, they both love it when they see fear in people's eyes, but they both aren't scared of anything, not even death itself scares them. What happens when faith takes a role in both of there lives and they meet. Will they fall in LOVE?or will it be a tragic disaster? Could it be A love so strong? Maybe A love that can't be ignored? A TOXIC LOVE perhaps?

Could a young man without family, a street boy live - in - son - in - law, an uneducated young man who managed his life on the street become acceptable in society? No, because there is no hope. They named him the lost Prince and muted out all types of inhuman treatment to him because he was lonely. But a step in the right direction gave him hope and a mandate to accomplish.

BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS Palermo does not forgive. Neither does it forget. When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm—but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city. Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named. The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings. The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother’s resolve. But whispers spread faster than steel through the night—rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart: Guerrero Valenti. The father who abandoned him. The legend whose name alone commands obedience. The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire. And when he comes, Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall. Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood. This is the story of survival. Of fire and steel. Of a mother and her son. Of a father’s return. Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood … the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI. And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .