Your life has always been full of mysteries to you, and it only seemed to get stranger once you entered Kamome Academy. With school rumours being spread like wild fire throughout the academy's halls and a third year constantly pestering you to aid her in turning seemingly harmless school stories into horror stories - things have only gotten stranger. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and the situations it pulls you into seem to escalate. Such a poor unfortunate soul, your desire for knowledge will only lead to your downfall. But it seems that someone wants to change that. To change your future. What wishful thinking for such a damned soul. But who knows? This someone might succeed, but for now - You can only continue delving into these occurrences, craving the familiar sensation of Euphoria.

:-- COMPLETED: found the place :-- Project 527 :-- Broken Machine // BATCH 2 ▾ // 143/381: VOLUME 5 ▾ // FANFICITION: VOLUME 3 ▾ // FOUND THE PLACE: VOLUME 1 ><><><>< Y/N L/N GOES BY SHE/HER PRONOUNS IN THE STORY: Hey, it's the author of Found The Place and I just wanted to say thay you should never read this book. It's, like, my biggest book but the worse thing that I ever wrote. It's pushed, it's clichè, and everything that I simply hate. Please, if you have an idea to read Found The Place, look away and don't turn back. ISTG, you're better without it Start date: April 7, 2020 [Tune] Publish date: April 7, 2020 [Tune] End date: April7, 2021 (Weed)

"Why are you crying?" He asked as he caressed my tear-stained cheeks with his gentle but rough hands, his thumbs lightly brushing my salty tears away. I looked into his amber eyes before wrapping my arms around him. It hasn't even been a week and I've already let him see me cry like this. He slowly lifted my face, watching his amber eyes stare down at me. I was nervous before seeing a smile spread on his face. " Smile (Y/n)!"

ꕥ𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱ꕥ Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs (ʟ/ɴ)(ʏ/ɴ)<3 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴋᴀᴍᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ... ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ sᴘᴏɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ;) I ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ ʙᴜɴɴɪᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ! I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢʜᴏsᴛs ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ! Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ!? ◆ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❴✪❵ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ◆ Date Published: April 11, 2020 Date Completed: August 17, 2020 (A/N): The artwork in the cover is mine except the shoes and scythe, ctto. ❌Warning: This story has more angst than fluff, don't read if you're sensitive to that stuff❌

Tommy had lived a harsh life. His mother killed herself and his dad was arrested for abusing and attempted murder of his own son. He has lived in the orphanage for a long time, always being thrown back in after he was adopted. He would get adopted, get abused, and get thrown back into this hellhole of an orphanage with more bruises and cuts than when he left. again and again. He felt like he couldn't trust anybody but when Philza adopts Tommy into his family of 3, will he finally be able to feel safe in their household or will he distance himself waiting to be thrown back to the orphanage? Hey author here! Just wanted to say that the trigger warnings and disorders will be listed in the 1st thing posted Hope you like it yours truly, the author

Tommy and Tubbo have been in and out of abusive households whether it mentally abusive or physically abusive, Tommy has always felt the need to protect Tubbo and take all of tubbo's beatings, now that they are in a safe house will they be able to let go of the past and trust them or will they forever be broken?

Philza Minecraft. A boy brought up from nothing to become a warrior for a kingdom that he didnt care for. From a young age, Philza was always surrounded by death and despair. He never caught a break nor did he get the chance to be a kid. As he grew and progressed in life he didnt know that someone, or something, was watching him. How far can Philza go before he breaks? Let's find out. *** ART CREATED BY THE WONDERFUL Pink_in_ink7 ON INSTA!!!!!!!! Please check them out as it is very good! Also, I'm writing about personas, nothing in this story relates to the real life CC's and if they want me to take down this story, I will do it with no hesitation. Thank you for reading!

y/n was a 17 year old girl. constantly being abused by her always drunk parents, she finally decides to end it all. and that was when she meant him. but sometimes, some things never change and other times you find new twists. WARNING-this is about suicide, has language( cussing) and self-harm, also depressing things. also i suck at spelling so if u read try to bear with it ok thank you for reading- love you all💜☺

Denki Kaminari one day thought about getting a sword to use with his hero costume to solve his attack range problem. When he asked for one, the only one that the support course could think of to match his needs is a Nichiren Sword. When Kaminari claimed one, he then realized he's been dreaming about someone with the exact same sword. The more he looks into the past and his ancestry, he finds out more about himself, and what the future has in store for him. This is my first story here on Wattpad, I hope you enjoy it! Update 5/24/2023: Hey everyone! This book will be on hiatus until the Second War Arc finishes in the manga. Until that time comes, I'll be doing some major editing and revising on this book, along with interacting more in the comments (which I always try to do anyways). I do have a second book that I'll be spending more time on until the arc finishes up, if you wanna read that just go into my profile and you should see it along this book under "Works by BassoonIvy". I hope you enjoy all of my work in the meantime! If you have any questions, ideas, or comments about any of my works, feel free to DM me, post a comment on one of my stories, or post a message in my conversations, I'll always be open to them! Until then, enjoy this book or anything else I write! -BassoonIvy Best Rankings: #1- zenitsuagatsuma #1- denkikaminari #1- zenitsu #1- kaminari #1- denki #2- bokunoheroacademia #3- kny #3- kaminaridenki

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page