Ya Dystopian Novels & Stories

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint

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We know this is our end. "Someone save us " I yelled, hoping that there was someone out there but of course, who would be in such a vast place? "No one will come to your rescue so just watch me feast on her " he yelled Angrily. June smiled at me "I love you bestie" that all she could say. Before the demon ate her brain alive. She screamed in pain and my heartbeat began to beat painfully against my chest. I cried bitterly feeling like the end of the world was upon us. Of course it was... For us, because we could all see what would kill us.

†† Dalia Grey She didn't know how she woke up or even how she'd gotten home, the visions had assaulted her in waves, plunging her into despair, horrible visions they were, twisted and warped in every possible way always ending with her dying in crude despicable ways. She'd awoken much earlier than her counterpart and had begun blindly stumbling home, that's when the incidents begun it started out with everyone she'd seen, all gazing at her like she'd grown sixteen fricking heads, staring mesmerized at something about her, treating her like she was a damned goddess Needless to say, she'd spent no money coming home and that was an added advantage, but she was much too conflicted to care, confl