(𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘) 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨, 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 👼🏻🤍☁️

She sat on the edge of the med bed, knees pulled up, arms hugging them tight. The faint beep of the machines and the cool sterility of the room did nothing to chase away the shadows of the year she'd spent trapped. Every noise made her flinch, every movement in the room felt like a test. Dick leaned against the wall a little ways off, careful not to crowd her, but close enough that she could feel his presence. His eyes watched her quietly, soft and steady, as if he were measuring the smallest tremor in her hands or the tiny hitch of her breath. "Has... anyone ever taken care of you?" His voice was low, careful, almost like he was asking a question too big for words. She swallowed, voice rough and uncertain. "No." One word, barely louder than a whisper. She flinched, expecting disappointment or judgment, but none came. Dick shifted a little closer, just enough that she could sense the warmth behind him without feeling trapped. "It's okay," he said after a pause. "We're together." Those words didn't promise safety or take away the fear, but they offered something steadier than she'd had in a long time. She let her hands fall from her knees, just a fraction, and let herself imagine, if only for a moment, that maybe she didn't have to be alone anymore.

"Todos tenemos un propósito y el tuyo fue salvarnos de morir ahogados." "Ellos tienen una conexión diferente, algo mucho más fuerte de lo que Constantine nos hablo" "Eres mi hermanita y si tú te hundes entonces lo haremos juntos." La deuda que falta por cobrarse, la venganza, la familia, amores de pasado y todo aquello que planearon fue interrumpido y destruido por todo lo que nunca debio existir en primer lugar. Habra muertes inevitables y corazones heridos en el camino pero ¿Estan listos para el desastre que descadenara un simple error? -Historia de mi propia autoria. -Secuela oficial de DARKSIDE. -Prohibida su copia o adaptaciones. -Basado en la serie de DC Comics "Titans."

Merlin was devastated when Arthur died. She didn't think she would ever be happy in the same way again-and she wasn't. But Merlin found something much more important. You see, she had been lost ever since Kilgharrah told her she was immortal. She wandered, unsure of her place in the world, until 500 years later, when she traveled to the so-called "New World." There, she met a family. She grew close to the parents, but even closer to the children. She loved them as if they were her own-especially when their real parents turned against them for what they had become. But Merlin loved them anyway. She always would.

He'd been hearing her name for years. Not a real name only whispers, nicknames, the kind people gave to things they couldn't explain. The Orphan Saint. The False Angel. The girl who made sinners confess in the middle of liquor stores, who left men swearing they'd seen halos before the streetlights flickered out. That kind of talk could get someone killed in Gotham. It already had. Most of the time, he wrote it off. Gotham loved its urban legends. It needed them the way the city needed Batman, myths to stitch the fear together, reminders of what lurked beyond the light. But then came the details no cop could laugh at: people shaking in alleys, trembling like they'd stepped out of a sermon. Gang lieutenants giving up their stashes like it meant salvation. A kid whispering, "She looked at me, and I couldn't lie anymore." And then there were the darker stories. A burned-out building where half a dozen squatters swore they'd seen God's shadow walk through. A body in the river, mouth frozen mid-prayer. Whispers of people trying to worship her and ending up broken instead. He had learned, painfully, that sometimes the line between a savior and a threat is thinner than anyone realizes and that one person could walk it without ever meaning to. He would have never expected to meet the women behind the rumors by crashing into her apartment window and he also didn't expect her to be so... intriguing.

Calida Tatiana Grace Stilinski. Only daughter to Noah and Claudia Stilinski. The Human who runs with the wolves, right? Only what if she wasn't human at all? What if someone blocked her supernatural side when she was baby? What if Calida wasn't always Calida? And how about if Calida is the reincarnated daughter of the Original Hybrid and his doppelganger lover? What happens when Calida, her friends and family, along with her Original father and his family is brought to a theater to watch the future? Friends will be made. Trust will be broken. Sides will change and most of all, Love will fly. Read to find out

'What are you gonna do? Hurt me?" "So what if i do? Huh?' "It's not like you already haven't.' Euphoria S1-?

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ( euphoria ) ( fezco x fem!oc )

Blurb: In the glittering shadows of Thunder Bay Prep, power wears tailored suits and old money bleeds legacy. And in the cracks between tradition and chaos stand two names whispered like warnings-Madden Fox Mori and Aurora Lys Mercier. He's the devil everyone fears-the boy who killed young and never looked back, the heir to a storm with too many skeletons and no god to answer to. She's the girl who disappeared without a sound and returned sharper, colder, unreadable-haunted by what he broke, armed with everything she never showed him. They say love and war can't be the same thing. But they haven't seen what they are. When Aurora draws the attention of someone else, Madden moves fast-too fast. One boy vanishes. Another whispers threats. And Aurora starts to realize that walking away from him was never an option. But Thunder Bay holds deeper rot than either of them guessed. Secrets buried beneath the school. Betrayals waiting in bloodlines. And when a new enemy rises-one who knows exactly what Madden did all those years ago-she'll have to choose: Protect the boy who shattered her heart? Or destroy the only person who's ever truly known her? Because in Thunder Bay, the real game was never about love. It was about who survives it

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PJO/HOO BOOKS // THEY BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN 'Things happened this way for a reason.' Was what he told himself whenever he was thinking about all the people he-- they'd lost. It happened for a reason, and I can't change that. But if he could? If had time to grieve those that had died; time to understand the things others did; time to make others understand why he did the things he did? Or, a 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Heroes of Olympus' reading the books fanfiction. (Like those haven't been done enough.) Cross posted on ao3 (also under siirensslap)