[TW// gore, swearing, and graphic imagery.] "A one-week trip to a school? I'll give it a try." -a danganronpa inspired story- 16 students with extraordinary skillful talents from all school levels known as Ultimates, had been accepted into a 1-week campaign project at a very well known school called Dream Island Academy. Little did they know, that they were set up to play a twisted killing game. OR: it's just a bunch of stupid kids murdering eachother (the book) NOTE: expect slow updates ! [30/8/23 - #1 on #humanized wtf] All BFB Characters (c) jacknjellify

Come and join us in Valentine's Day Prom! Inspo: @TheFangirl185

okay so listen i have a shopping addiction and i am spending too much money on legos but trust me its worth it!! also ive decided to make stories with said lego!!

Twenty-four strangers, all hiding from the magic inside that leaves them broken and alone, stumble upon each other, leading to them finding out that, despite what they may think, the world needs them after all. What are the chances? I have no idea. Very low I presume. But fate doesn't care about the chances of something happening. It does what it wants. I guess that is why it is called fate. ~~ I'm so excited about this book! It's going to be very different from what I've written before, so it may crash and burn in a fiery explosion or it may be amaze-zah-zing. Who knows. There will be no ships in this, but you are free to view some of the relationships as romantic if you want! I don't care either way :D I do not own the Hermits. (obviously) I'm writing this for fun and for practice Ready? LEZ GO!!

Frostpaw and Sparkpaw are ThunderClan apprentices. When they become warriors, Frostpaw meets... a "friend" from another Clan. Warning: This is one of my first fanfictions ever, made before I even got into MCYT

(Cover Art not made by me) I was looking around Wattpad and realized there wasn't enough Wels angst so I made my own. Please note this is my first story and I don't know how some of the hermits act so they'll probably be ooc. I welcome constructive criticism just don't mean. (If anyone knows me in real life please click off. Thank You) So without further ado welcome to Left Behind.

If you have read my books you know about Asset an all powerful Watcher. She is high ranked but no one know her backstory or anyone else's. So I'm going to show you how Asset formed the group she has with her. Is now the First book in my main series with Book 2 being The Past is the Present and Book 3 Our Present will haunt the Future. This is the backstory to that. -Ezy : A/N

So, Cobl requested this because I reached 102 followers! Honestly, sounds fun! And I've never written something like this before.. so, welcome to this probably chaotic thing

The whole server thinks that that a stranger that no one ever met is in the right and they don't believe team ZIT so they will be destroying the that done them wrong... (Cover made by me) warning ⚠️: • mentioning of blood • Angst • some Shipping

WARNING: this book includes blood, manipulation, cursing, and mature topics (not smut please don't think that). Feel free to click off if any of these make you uncomfortable. ~•~ Something about it was so mysterious about this cave, and I wanted to know more. I entered the cave and saw a red crystal sealed in ice. "Woah." I whispered. The crystal glowed and the ice shattered. I jumped back and fell to the ground, watching as the ice broke completely. My eyes widened and I looked at my hands. "Did I do that?" I asked, but before I could answer, I heard a guard shout for backup as they had heard the ice shattering. I quickly jumped up and stashed the crystal in my pocket before leaving. I crept to the cave the following day, putting the crystal back into the remains of the ice pillar. As I walked away, the crystal fell, causing it to break into a million pieces. I jumped at the sudden noise and stumbled backwards, my eyes widening as a black smog formed around the crystal. "No, no, no, no! Frick." I desperately tried to grab the remains of the crystal, causing one to cut my hand. "Ow! Shit." I whispered, looking at my bleeding hand. "Tch, tch, tch, poor child." A demonic voice said. I looked up and saw that the black smog had two red eyes and a wide, sick smile that was dripping with venom. "I- who are you?" I asked, backing up. "The one who can help you out of here." It said, stretching out a hand. I looked it up and down and before I could answer, its hand plunged into my heart, causing me to scream out in pain. (Cover art by me) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!