------------------------------------------------------- Updates May be slow, I apologize. The first chapters may also be kinda short. ------------------------------------------------------- You go up in your attic and find a box of beloved things from your childhood whoopie! Except it's not as exciting as I'm making it out to be.

Richarlison é o novo integrante do time de futebol da Universidade de Tottenham, famosa pelo seus talentosos atletas e por ser a chance de ouro para qualquer um que queira entrar em um time importante em todo o continente europeu. No entanto, o brasileiro precisa lidar com as dificuldades em viver em um continente diferente, longe de todos que conhece. No meio de tudo isso, ele conhece Son, seu companheiro de time, onde a rivalidade pode dar lugar para um sentimento desconhecido. 🛐 | FANFIC DO RICHARLISON E DO SON

Chicanery- (noun) the use of trickery to achieve a political, financial, or legal purpose. 13+ please! **Read at your own risk!** Chapters will be around 2,000 words, some may be longer or shorter though. Has character info at the start! Some characters in the story may not be in line with their actual personality, so I apologize if that happens.

Cesar was dead. It was as simple as that, really. And Mark was sitting inside of Cesar's room with an alternate outside the room - the thing that has tried to kill him since the beginning of his life. He wanted his friend to live, but it was clearly too late for that. It looked strange. It was strange. It was disgusting. So... Why did he hear the honesty in its voice? - - - - - The Mandela Catalogue is a horror web series on YouTube made by Alex Kister. I do not own the characters, but I do own the plot and the writing in this book. Enjoy! NOT A SHIP

George is a waitress. When Dream walks in to sit down with Karl, Sapnap, and quackity George catches his eye and he immediately falls in love. But later on in the story not everything is cupcakes a rainbows

"george what's the new subgoal going to be?" dream questioned. - "chat i'm not gonna read fanfiction as a subgoal.."

... Esta não seria a primeira história de amor que começa com rivalidade, certo?... Esta história é a minha continuação alternativa para Eddsworld... Pode conter: ~ Palavrões sem censura, posso me esquecer e tals; ~ +18 (vcs k escolhem ao longo da história) ; ~ Tomtord (tordtom) e Eddmatt (mattedd).

This is a tom x tord story :3 if you want another book of a different ship. Then just ask me

*COMPLETED* Has TOMTORD and Mattedd. Contains suicidal thoughts, mental disorders and cussing. If you don't like that dont bother reading. As the sky gets red I hear the pericing sound of wind blowing against my face. I slowly open my eyes and stare at my chest. I can only make out a blue cylinder with blood on it as I crash to the ground. TOMTORD MEANS DOM TOM AND SUB TORD. TORDTOM MEANS DOM TORD AND SUB TOM. This book contains tomtord. Matt 6'3 Tom 6'1 Tord 5'7 Edd 5'4 (lol) I ship the characters not the real people. Their last names have been changed. Edd Hershima Matt Draqlon Tom Jackson Tord Jenks (Don't ask I'm bad with names lol)

The Red Army has made their move years ago, War raged throughout the world against them. Nothing worked with the combined government powers. They were useless. The Red Army has conquered most of the eastern side of the world, the western side still struggling to remain free. In England, they struggled to keep themselves up in power. Although the Red Leader seems to want to win their land more than anything else. Nothing will get in his way. But! There is hope... The hope coming in a form of three men, friends in fact. They've been on so many crazy adventures and survived. They formed the Rebellion that helps England separately from the Government. They were so great that not even the Red Army could find their Main Base. Red Leader all the while starts thinking, more like remembering a certain Blue Hoodie wearing man. He has been thinking about him for a long time since 'the end'. So he decides to make a deal with England's government. XXX Eddsworld does not belong to me, but to the amazing creator Edward Gould. Thank you so much and bless your soul. Ship: Tomtord and Eddmatt(?)