𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ❛𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺- 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘞𝘪𝘭?❜ ❛𝘏𝘮? 𝘖𝘩! 𝘏𝘪! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺.❜ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐭: 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝟒𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭.)

「 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 ; 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 」 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ↴ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 ?? → 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 @𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌; 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 !! 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !! - 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 - 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 - 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 ? - 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ?

Book One in the Dimension™ Series Young, brilliant, smart, and with a dash of sassy and sarcasm, you were the ideal girl that captured the hearts of the black butler men. One problem. You weren't from their world, not even the same dimension. You thought you were simply going back in time to study Egyptians near the Nile, but ended up in a separate world. Hey, accidents happen and sometimes, they're for the better. You assumed, since girls are somewhat rare in this anime world, that the men here would be thirsty as fuck. It was half true. The guys ended up falling for you, hard, and they'll do anything to keep you in their lives. Even going as far as to leave their own dimension behind. --- Dear Reader, Be considerate of your nose and bring tissues for the Corset Scene inspired sections of writing. Bring a separate box of tissues for tears, whether it be tears of sadness or laughter I won't tell you. Also, if you were not a pervert before reading I regret to inform you that you will be after you finish the book. *wink* Lots of Innuendos, Senpai --- Sebastian/Claude/Ciel/Alois x Reader Characters involved in Black Butler rightfully belong to Yana Toboso and in no way are part of my own creation.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

❝𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.❞ ❝𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❞ ❝𝐁𝐮𝐭-❞ ❝𝐆𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. シ︎ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃] 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 14, 2020 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 12, 2020

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♪|| Wanna know how to be smooth like me? Then use these pick up lines LOLOL. -this book has been completed *ANIME PICK UP LINES BOOK 2 is out now!!!!!* *ANIME PICK UP LINES BOOK 3 is out now!!!!!*

[ᴍᴀʟᴇ! ᴍʏᴛʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ❝ Why are you all so interested in a human like me? ❞ ▪︎AU where humans co-exist with non-humans▪︎

"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩?" "𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚." ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ An accidental message is sent. An exchange between two strangers begins. An unlikely growing relationship. But when one of them is not completely honest about their identity, what could possibly go wrong? ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs: sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ. Started : FEB 09 2021 !𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨! SLOW UPDATES

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.