[Non-Spoiler for anime-onlies] I walk towards the back of the school, holding her note in my hand. It's strange, because Horikita would rarely call me out with the vague words of 'I need to tell you something...'. Besides... the back of the school is both famous and infamous for a certain thing... "I... may have developed feelings for you..." she says, covering her face. An ulterior motive? If so... then why is she blushing?

"My perception of others as nothing more than pawns, has been shifted, one can only hope to achieve true happiness. And I'm happy to declare that.. The happiness I speak of, will be manifested by you, Horikita." Kiyotaka Ayanokoji and Suzune Horikita fanfiction. (Characters are from Classroom of the Elite, I do not own them.) Continued again

What if the Horikita family was the main benefactor of the White Room. What if, like Arisu Sakayanagi, Suzune Horikita was able to see the masterpiece of the whiteroom. However, unlike Sakayanagi, Suzune Horikita was able to meet the Demon of the Fourth Generation in person. How will this change the story after Kiyotaka escapes the whiteroom? When both meet in Class D, Kiyotaka takes an uncanny interest in the youngest Horikita, but even that pales in comparison to the obsession the girl herself finds she develops for the cold genius. [When the story is completed, I will mark it as completed, it will all be one story, not split into several others]

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji in Alya sometimes hides her feelings in Russian crossover

As it turns out, the giant aliens that invaded Earth 15 years ago think humans are really cute. That's why, for the last five years, Dee has lived as a beloved pet, enjoying the warmth, safety, and pheromone secretions of her squid-like alien owner. It's a life most survivors would die for, but Dee wants out. When a new pet arrives in Town chasing rumors of a mythical sanctuary free from alien interference, Dee decides to trade her climate-controlled home for the unknown of the Outside. --------- This is an original work of fiction under copyright by me. Hay también una version en español aquí: https://www.wattpad.com/story/405708467-manual-de-manejo-humano

🍀1st Place at the 2025 Four Leafed Clover Awards🍀 "What do I hunger for..." The existence of Shades are as old as history. Soul-eating entities with skin as black as ink and a presence as cold as ice. They don't have an end goal, their only purpose: to consume. Through a series of events, a Shade meets Dawn, a shy, noble girl that's still coping the loss of her father, who died three years prior. The Shade curses himself to her umbrella. All the while, making a vow - to protect her and watch over her, even if that means ostracizing himself from the rest of his species. --- What to expect: - A character focused story with a cast you'll grow to love. (Or absolutely hate) - Grim, dark moments, balanced out by comforting and cozy moments. - A story that takes place in a Medieval London-esque world that's expanded on as the story progresses.

My original anthology of unsettling flash fiction. Short and 'sickly'-sweet chapters. Stories range from: ✓ ageless Russian high schoolers, ✓ a guy that dies every time he travels between dimensions ✓ star-walkers who wear the dead, and ✓ a bio-tech virus that consumes animals and humans There's even a 3-part horror ARG (Alternate Reality Game) about a Nature Reserve where children go missing and come back differently after interacting with [REDACTED] Primates. Oh, and there's a drawing of a not-frog that promises he's a real frog. Allegedly. 🐸 *3rd Place in the Four Leafed Clover Awards*

Todd Tresher was eighteen, smart, quiet, and on the edge of a bright future... until the night he was murdered. Betrayed by his classmates, poisoned in the forest, and left to die with no chance of escape, Todd wakes up in a place no living soul was ever meant to see. Endless darkness. Thousands of wandering silhouettes. Two doors: one white. One red. One path forward... and no way back. But death is only the beginning. In the Afterlife, Todd uncovers truths that defy everything he ever believed-angels with hidden intentions, creatures that hunt souls, and a secret order pulling the strings of both the living and the dead. And he... is the anomaly they fear. On Earth, the police search for his killer. In the world beyond, something far more powerful is searching for him. Because someone needs Todd's soul- and they will stop at nothing to claim it. This isn't just a thriller. It's a race. A revelation. A hunt for souls.

Warning: Spoilers from all fifteen seasons of supernatural. ~~~~~~ Lost: (verb) something was no longer kept, won or held onto. You could lose a lot of things. A game. Your keys. Your way. A family member. But how does one handle losing someone they never met? Yearning for the softness of a touch they've never felt. Straining to remember the sound of a voice they've never heard. Missing a heartbeat that never had the chance to echo against their own. Dean Winchester was lost for a while, gone. His name turned into a story told over cheap whiskey and quieter grief. His story now a closed chapter. Only chapters don't always stay closed. He's back... confused, wary and just as lost as the life that unfolded without him. Dean's resurrection isn't a miracle. It isn't random. It's tied to a life that grew up in his absence. To someone who learned to fight before she ever learned how to trust. Someone who carries his blood but none of his answers. And whatever dragged him back into the light didn't do it for him. It did it because the fate of the world is tangled up with what he left behind. See what happens in What Was Left Behind. ~~~~~ Was number 1 in #deanwinchester

These are just small pieces of our days. Bus rides, cold mornings, the kind of talk that slips out without any plan behind it. Nothing big. Nothing that would matter to anyone else. Just the things we noticed before they faded. I wrote them down here because, well... if I didn't, they'd vanish quickly like a wave of the sea does. One moment they're right in front of you, and then they're gone, tucked somewhere in the past where you can't reach them anymore. Maybe putting them here doesn't save anything, not really. But it lets me look at them for a little longer. All I can do is catch them for a moment - the light, the voices, the way the city feels when it breathes - and leave them on these pages. These stories were ours. These quiet seconds, these almost-forgotten scenes. But, it doesn't matter because they belonged to us for a moment. And now, they belong to you for a moment too. PS: I'll release this on Royal Road! Stay tuned! :D