❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞ ╰┈➤ IN WHICH a former hitman sought the help of a psychologist to get rid of his suicidal thoughts. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Modern Setting ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TW: Suicide ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mature Contents and Graphic Depiction of Violence ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Reader Discretion is Advised 【 エレン イェーガー 】 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗: 𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗: 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 Attack on Titan ©Hajime Isayama RUSSIAN ROULETTE ©ASTRAGAZER- ---

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

TW : Anorexie mentale et mutilation Lise a deux décennies. Elle est étudiante, elle affiche un sourire, elle affirme que tout va bien. Elle prend parfois ses repas, refuse souvent, et par-dessus tout, elle dissimule tout. Autour d'elle, personne ne perçoit ce qui vacille. Ou bien, on feint de ne pas le voir. Car Lise a appris à masquer ses véritables émotions. Cela est même devenu une sorte d'art. Cependant, à l'intérieur, quelque chose commence à se fendre. Un fardeau non visible. Une voix qui lui est familière. Un affrontement silencieux contre la faim, le reflet, les chiffres. Contre sa propre personne. Et si la véritable souffrance débutait là où les autres estiment que tout s'améliore ? Lorsque le corps retrouve sa forme, mais que l'esprit, lui, hésite ? Quand la guérison suscite autant d'angoisse que la maladie ? Ce roman narre le parcours d'une jeune femme cherchant à se retrouver. Chapitre après chapitre, le désordre se devine, s'insinue, s'établit. Et à la conclusion de chacun, un poème : tel une confession, un cri ou un chuchotement.

- Tu sais, Lexy c'est un mec cool, il est pas mauvais...c'est juste un mec qui s'est fait tabassé par la vie à une jeune âge et il a pas su gérer alors....laisse lui une chance te braques pas, d'accord ? Et maintenant, installez vous et plongez et dans l'univers de Reni et Lexy !

"You were a princess. A princess behaves. So, you pressed your lips together until they were thin and pale, nodded stiffly, and let the weight of his words settle over you. Still, as the servants poured more wine and the conversation turned to other matters, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. Somewhere across the sea, a boy you'd never met was being told that you would be his bride. Was he just as disgusted? Just as helpless? Or was he laughing with excitement, eager for the day when he could claim his prize? The thought made your cheeks burn with something that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite embarrassment. Whatever it was, you didn't like it." --- Or, where you are betrothed to Prince Telemachus of Ithaca.

J'étais le prince héritier du trône d'Oman. Accusé à tort, on a fait de moi le traître de la couronne. Je suis resté enfermé sept années dans l'ombre de la plus noire des prisons d'Oman, et le temps aura suffi à développer ma haine envers mon propre pays. Alors c'est dans la vengeance que mon cœur meurtri s'est formé. Et c'est comme ça que vous apprendrez à me connaître. Car je finirai par reprendre mon trône. Mais que faire, quand des immenses yeux ambre de cette femme mon âme s'abreuve? Car mon désir de tuer les miens pour récupérer mon trône est plus ardent. Alors qui brûlera en premier? Noor ? Ou Nafir ? 𝓒𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬̂𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞." • [Prequel to; Your Power] • This story does not follow Naruto timeline! • KakashixFem!Reader Coming back home having killed your lover- who meant more than anything to you- now that's purely traumatic. But what happens when you grow close with the infamous friend-killer... do you stay for him? Or do you still lack loyalty? #1 - Kakashixreader [6/18/21] #1 - Kakashifanfic [4/15/21] #1 - Naruto [6/19/21] #1 - Coycatninja [6/29/2022]

My father made us move to Japan one day on a walk a seen a strange girl I seen she dropped something so I followed her little did I know I end up in feudal japan 1st Sesshomaruxreader- 8/12/24 11th Inuyasha- 8/24

You never thought that ice skating would lead to you joining a volleyball team, much less falling for anyone. Cover done by: @A_SERAPHINA

~A rose by any other name would smell as sweet~ Nia Jones is a college student, who just found out three things in one day. First, Monsters are real. Second, Her family's most hidden secret. Third, Nia isn't as human as she thought. Nia must deal with these life changing discovers as well as find out why she feels certain things when she touches four men. Men who so happen to be monsters! ------------- Some things are different, some stay the same. In this ReWrite of Her! Book 1 in the 'How to' Series.