-IF THIS BOOK IS SEEN ON ANYWHERE BUT WATTPAD, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN- 13 Colonies (America) has a great connection with his father, England. But when a sweet child becomes a rebellious teen who feels no one listens to him or understands what he's going through. His father is stricter with America and forces him to stay in the house, while his best friend USSR is fading away. USSR and his eldest son Russia want to find a cure but have to go into unknown waters. America (Having a close friendship with USSR and still being a teenager) wants to come and help, maybe even have his own land. But he'll have to leave his only home he's ever known, his father, his mother, and baby brother Canada. Will America leave? Will USSR die? Will England allow it? Where will they go? Will Russia be able to live without his father? How long will they be gone? "Where are these nightmares coming from?" Someone said. Started: May 12, 2020 Finished: April 3, 2021

**She was never meant to be one of them.** Years ago, Y/N turned down Chrollo Lucilfer's invitation to join the Phantom Troupe. Back then, loyalty didn't need a title-and friendship meant cigarettes under flickering streetlights and secrets whispered between gunshots. But grief changes people. Now she's back. Reforged. Colder. Sharper. A blade wrapped in silence. Among the Troupe, she's the quiet one. Calculating. Detached. Not cruel-but dangerous in ways they've only begun to understand. She knows them too well. And they know better than to ask why she returned. Tonight's mission was clean. Efficient. Bloody. In a cracked restroom mirror, she watches herself rinse crimson from her blade-expressionless, eyes like frost. Then she feels it. A gaze. Familiar. Unspoken. "I thought you'd be gone by now," says the voice behind her-low, smooth, threaded with amusement and something unreadable. She turns. And there he is. Chrollo Lucilfer.

Stiles has been the human that takes care of everything, and the pack takes a horrible amount of advantage of that fact. so what happens when Stiles stops being... well, Stiles?

You were loved. The Beloved Little Princess, the servants coo as the little girl passes through the halls with her brothers, always attentive and protective. Your father, albeit busy behind his desk, always made time for you. However that all changed when your new mother was introduced, a step-sister following. She reminded you of a doll. She was bright and cheerful at first but since your brothers didn't accept her, and your father barely paid attention to her, she started to act differently. Your new mother wanted to make her daughter the princess of the L/n family, and she will do anything, anything at all to make it happen. The first step was getting you out of the picture. Little by little, with staged accidents which her daughter gladly played the part, their love, trust, and respect for you disappeared. The pair always played the victim, accusing you of not wanting them to be apart of the family. Years flew by with this torment, no matter how much your pleaded, begged them to realize that you would never do any of that. They never listened, and the breaking point came when you finally realized that nothing will ever change. It will always be her, not you. So, the first chance you got you left that house. Best decision you could ever make. The small cramped apartment might be a drastic change from your lavish bedroom, but you were away from them. You wanted to turn a new leaf in this small city and have a normal loving life. Who knew that you'd be living a life far from normal as a horror circus rolls into town and you catch their attention when you saved their quiet Pierrot. The love you so craved from family, he will give it to you, destroy anything that dares to snuff it out, and give you all that is his. Though, he might not be the only one... The Game in question if any haven't played: https://garula.itch.io/the-freak-circus

"Kid you don't have to do this." I spin my head around, all the Avengers are behind me. It's like a photo... a perfect photo. Their stances match perfectly with the view and the sky. The golden hour light spills over the rooftop like a toppled glass of orange juice. "Friday told me where you are, your heart-rate. Peter, we can help." "No." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story without the happy ending. TW: Suicide attempt Suicide Self-Harm Depression Anxiety Self hate. Begin the story at what Peter believed was the end of his life, and end it at what actually was. Playlist - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/20XExUeeR3ibOk9JwznFvA?si=2vbFglf7Sw-sH-mM5IyNzg ☹︎☻︎ All characters belong to Marvel Studios, I don't own any characters.

"𝕄-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖... 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘. " "𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖..." "𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕕. " ★ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ★ A story in which a female stripper has a hard time finding herself a man who would meet all her expectations, For she had always wished to have a man who would go onto their knees for her. Someone who would let her do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to them. Even if at first it means to compete with each other. Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami kento, Gojo satoru, Toji fushiguro and Megumi Fushiguro all compete to be with the stripper. ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢs: 🥇ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ 08/03/23 🥇ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ 08/04/23 🥇sᴇxᴜᴀʟғᴀɴᴛᴀsɪᴇs 06/25/23 🥇ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴsᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ 06/25/23 🥇ᴛᴏᴊɪғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ 08/06/23 🥉 ᴋɪɴᴋs 08/08/23 🥇Animefanfiction 10/02/23 ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ! ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ғᴀɴ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴊᴋ's ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ. ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ: -ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ -sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ -ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ -ғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ -ғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ (ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ɪs 18+ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ) -ᴋᴜɢɪsᴀᴋɪ ɴᴏʙᴀʀᴀ (ɴᴏʙᴀʀᴀ ɪs 18+ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ) -ᴢᴇɴɪɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪ -ʏᴜᴊɪ ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ( ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ, 18+)

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Author's note: This fanfics contains 18+ stuff so. It's a warning Isagi was only sitting on his bed, watching the bluelock players having a match in the broadcast, he visualised everything so that he could finally beat 'him'. Isagi groans as he stretches his back, arching his chest foward. Suddenly a slight touch was felt. Isagi flinched, quickly looking up to see kaiser smiling teasingly... - Click on the story to know more!

[Fandoms Game Book 1] "You do realize this isn't my fault. or at least it isn't my fault this time." Chrollo said turning towards the Kurta with a frown. "I don't care if it was you or wasn't just get out of my sight!" of course Kurapika would be furious to find he'd been trapped in a house with the one man who he most despised. Of course it would make his eyes flip colors. And of course there was no way of escaping the place either.

sinea, the insane artist, the world is her canvas and she shall paint. follow her jounrey as she partake in the hunter exam and meet new projects and maybe even friends. (hisoka x OC) 1st in #hisoka (07/04/2020) #1 in kurorolucifer (22/04/2020) #3 in chrollo (1/01/2021) 1# in hisokamorrow #3 in hunterxhunter (26/10/2021) #1 in artist (11/01/2023) #1 in hisokaxoc (11/01/2023)