Ela respirou fundo e parou de correr, do que adianta continuar correndo se esse jogo de gato e rato nunca vai acabar até um deles morrerem? Então devagar ela olhou para trás vendo que o homem também parecia cansado de correr atrás dela com aquela coisa pesada. A mesma se virou para trás, largou a barra de ferro e andou na direção do mesmo com passos calmos.

You + Sweeney Todd = this story. You will experience real madness - weird love - and... A lot of blood I guess.... Well at least at the start of the story 😅. It takes me a few days to update one chapter so.... this won't be updated that super fast but 5 times a month is guaranteed. Also, in all of my stories (except one a.k.a. I love you but I don't know why) you do not need to know who Sweeney Todd is! Including this one! But I still prefer you to see the play or the movie (Tim Burton movie) because it's really sad - funny - cluel - and gruesome! Muahah! But just saying - it's a musical 😌 Okay, I overblabbed... just read the story.... This story was entered to Watty's 2017

My 3rd Sweeney Todd fanfiction. All in the timeline of the movie! The past, Present and future! Past: Story 1 - The Becoming | Sweeney Todd Present: Story 2 - Fleshed Out Future: Story 3 - Please keep Haunting Me | Sweeney Todd - after death Enjoy this story! Sneak peak: ... "You remind me of someone..." I whispered to the pale woman standing in front of me, "...If you could just move your hair out of your face, I'm sure I'd recognise you-" "No! y-you are not t-to touch me!" the beggar replied. "But why? Can't you just-" Suddenly, there was a loud thud above us, in the empty barber's room. We both looked up, following the sound. A sound of rattling gears and creaking floorboards came after the sound. "What was that?" I asked, still looking up. "He's back..." The beggar whispered to me...

(WE BACK #I'MBEINGFR) ---•🥛•--- It's been a week since you've moved into the residental building after your brother was forced to be put into a mental asylum, leaving you alone to deal with your own problems. After years of dealing with crippling debt and trying to fulfill it with a low salary job, you've decided to apply for an evening shift as a doorman-a risky death wish for those who are willing to die for, even for a death anxious doorman with crippling debt. At the same time, you've received anonymous letters from who you suspected that it's just some sort of secret admirer outside the building. However, with letters piling up with no signs of stopping, it's a matter of time for you to uncover who they are. The truth lies on every piece of paper-the ink strokes that'll lead you to the source, the truth. On the other hand-the milkman, Francis has been spending more time with you than you expected him to be. It might just be a coincidence in each path you bump into him, but as time goes on, you're sure it isn't. ---•🥛•--- (Made this for the sake of my milkman obsession jajajajaja) Cover made by: @/Mellowing4ever on twt Inspired by: A milkman fanfiction & milkman himself ;3

WARNING!!!!! This stuff will be dark dark and smutty so have fun with that ;-; Y/n has just moved into London in attempts to find the man that had ruined her life by murdering her entire family in front of her (will be explained) After years of built of rage and lust for blood, she's finally found him And she takes her time, cutting out every single person that was involved with the murders and enjoys this Although, her little secret is soon found out by a man who is impressed by her skills