Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. You can find them on Twitter with the same handle. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ???

Haruka was an adorable ball of fluff and a scientist in his past life, studying CRISPR. However, when an 'accident' causes him to die and take the soul of a fictional villain in a fictional otome game, he realises that all of his research is gone, and everyone hates him for some reason! Read along as the lazy boy attempts to study the art of magic, family and even love! Picture on profile creds - although I cannot find the original author, it should be @ticatla_10 with an either deleted account or changed username

The thing about suicide is that it doesn't end with you. Emory Mathison had every reason to take her life after a cyber-bullying video goes viral. She thought her pain would end with a bottle of pills. Imagine her surprise when she wakes as a ghost trapped in Purgatory with a Reaper who has an ultimatum: witness first-hand what her death has done to the future, past, and present of those around her, or remain wandering as a lost soul until she reaches insanity. You can take your life, but what about the people around you? What happens to them? (Book 1 of The Fighter's Series)

What has pushed you to believe taking your life is the answer? Are you really going to do it? What happens when death isn't as peaceful as you expected? What if a Reaper gives you something of an ultimatum? Witness first-hand what your death has brought to those around you, or remain wandering as a lost soul until you reach the point of insanity. "You can take your life, but what about the people around you? Aren't you taking theirs too?" Emily nearly laughed again, the idea was so ridiculous, but when she went to answer... she found she couldn't respond. What happens to them? ____________________ Author's Note: If you're looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it. [The Fighter's Series - Book 1] Formerly titled: Emily's Suicide Highest Ranking: #1 Paranormal

"promise you'll never forget me, buck." "i promise." [ captain america: the first avenger. ]

latibule (n) a hiding place; of safety and comfort ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ He was alone in this world. He couldn't trust anyone, couldn't believe anything anybody said. He was confused, cold, hurt and most of all, he was broken. He seemed colder than Winter itself, but he was merely a lonely soul yearning for the comfort of a friend, or anyone for that matter. Then he met her. She was a deity, the purest soul he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her gentle and kind heart broke through his barriers. She was his latibule. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - highest rank on Fanfiction : #319 - - #1 in bucky - - #1 in avengers - - 05/11/2016 : 100K views - - A Bucky x Original Character Fanfiction - - All characters and the universe belongs to Marvel - - I only own a few of the characters and some other elements of the story - - Set after the Winter Soldier, but the storyline is altered (the events of the Avengers: Age of Ultron never took place, or anything after that and Loki will be part of the Avengers now) - -Warning: Language-

Heroes. Ever since they showed up, people have gone soft. They're adored, worshipped. Devotion is showered upon them like rain. It's about time someone knocks them off that pedestal they stand on, someone to crush their pillars of faith. Someone like me. A villain. It's perfect. I'll be the undoing of heroes. ≠ disclaimer: very much needs to be edited, very much needs to be less corny and very much needs to be entirely rewritten by me. if you approach it as a goofy, corny, old 2015-esque superhero book then it'll be a great time. i'll be honest and say there are no pulitzers here. completed ✓ highest rank in sf: #9 cover: @narwhelly

5/--/18: #2 in #theflash 6/- -/19: #7 in #theflash 8/28/19: #1 in #dccomics 5/6/21: #3 in #greenarrow She can control time. Speed it up, slow it down, or just plain stop it. Yes, sounds awesome right? Well, it can be, but it also can't be. She's a metahuman. Yep, you heard right. She was struck with that lighting in the same night Barry Allen was. Then, after the nine months of being in the hospital, she woke up. Then she ran. Her emotions hit, and she temporarily slowed down time in order for her to make a five mile walk in under three minutes. Call it, un-super speed if you'd like. She was confused. She had no clue how that happened, but she had to find how. Now, she was extremely smart. She did research. Then she saw many reports on the news about this man called "The Streak". She thought it was... Odd. The whole concept of superheroes and super humans. It was to unreal and childish for her. She didn't like the title 'superhero'. Until one night, the masked man, whose name has been recently changed to "The Flash", showed up on one of her missions. But ever since then her life hasn't been close to the same. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/hec4c9zaNa8 "^" means edited ⚡️⚡️⚡️ REVIEWS: "i love the story and plot!" - Mamiesue87 "amazing" - shatterthoughts "Love it"- Just-wanna-be-me ***WARNING: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 14. IT'S NOT EVEN REMOTELY DECENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK***

The story of an ordinary girl's encounter with an extraordinary hero and what trials and tribulations come after.

"L-listen... I know, I-" he started, his voice sounding heavy and muffled from the tears that were starting to form. "I'm upset, too. W-we can forget-" I stopped his words by shoving him against the wall and kissing the heck out of his lips. I couldn't stop, I didn't care about it being disgusting -- because it didn't feel that way, it didn't feel wrong, and no one was there to tell me it was. (LGBT themes).