When acquainted with a strange encounter from someone who claims to be from the forthcoming future, you are warned about a grave danger to both the magic and non magic world. This situation had a lot to do with a intriguing boy that went by the name, "Tom Riddle". But what could you do? And did you have an actual choice. Probably not.

(Y/N) (L/N)- an adventurous, clever teen always looking for trouble. It was rare when she wasn't waist deep in trouble or something interesting, but the encounter with a strange masked man did more than just surprise her one day when in the woods. (Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, and this isn't the "loves cheesecake and stutters" stuff most people produce. Okay, maybe cheesecake, because I mean its cheesecake, cheesecake is good. But you get my point, hopefully. Thanks. Also, the amazing art isn't mine.)

Capitão Roberto Nascimento é temido nas favelas do Rio de Janeiro. Um líder implacável do BOPE, ele é conhecido por sua frieza em combate e sua obsessão total por controle. Mas por trás do uniforme preto, brutalidade e dos treinamentos pesados, existe uma fissura, uma outra obsessão: Hayla Almeida, uma estudante de psicologia que cruzou seu caminho por acaso. Desde então, ela se tornou sua missão mais pessoal. Enquanto invade favelas, trava batalha contra a corrupção dentro da sua corporação, Roberto trava uma guerra interna - uma obsessão silenciosa que o consome. Ele começa a mover suas peças, protegendo Hayla de ameaças que ela nem sabia que existia, e eliminando qualquer um, principalmente homens que se aproxime demais. Para ele, tudo é questão de tática: ela será dele, custe o que custar. Mas Hayla não é uma peça fácil de manipular. E quanto mais ele se aproxima, mais ela percebe que está sendo vigiada e cercada. Em um jogo perigoso entre amor, poder e loucura, até onde vai a linha entre proteção e possessão? perfil da fanfic no instagram: fiorebae_

"𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢." 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Having drug dealers as friends always came with a price, and this one was in a form of a game. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?"

She lived in fear of him, haunted by his smile. He shadowed her every move for the past years, desperate to kill her. His final survivor.

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴." 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Soulmates was something you tampered with. Now it had come back for karma. "𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."

You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

What time is it?

"𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇. 𝖲𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾."