For Makena, life is a quiet navigation of grief and unspoken fears, especially around a truth she barely dares to name. But everything shifts the day a single word, searched with trembling hands, cracks something open. Suddenly, she's drawn into stories she can't unread, stories that awaken a love she was taught to fear. Then comes Aziza. With eyes that make Makena forget every rule she's written to protect herself, Aziza is everything she fears... and secretly longs for. Now, Makena must make a decision: to embrace a love that feels like both salvation and betrayal, or to retreat into the lonely safety of denial. Echoes is a story of quiet defiance, of finding healing in unexpected places, and of a love so profound it just might rewrite everything Makena thought she knew about faith, family, and herself.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

Everyone begged her not to go. They warned her about the trees, the quiet, the things that mimic voices in the dark. But Aurora Vale doesn't believe in ghost stories. She believes in truth, in proof, in breaking the rules just to prove they were never real. Warnings were just stories wrapped in superstition. So when someone whispered, "It watches the ones who don't listen," she still stepped inside. She thought she'd walk through and come back unchanged. But the trees don't let go that easily. The shadows don't like being disturbed. And once you see what lives inside... It sees you too. And it never forgets. Highest rankings: #4 in creepystories

One loved smile for the cameras, adored by millions in an instant second. They love her image, not the woman behind it. Perhaps, there's someone who could truly accept her for who she is. And her new talent manager is the only one who could ever see through her. This is a Levi x female!reader series!! These characters do not belong to me but only to the author of Attack on Titan or known as Shingeki no Kyojin, Hajime Isayama.

Forced to live a life that isn't theirs, Y/N and Levi work together to find out the truth about the town they live in. What will they find out? Will they be able to have a happy ending when the military police find out what they're doing? Currently 21,370+ words UPLOADS ARE EVERY OTHER MONDAY AT 2PM ET. (Check my ABOUT/BIO for exact upload dates.) RATED MATURE FOR A REASON! See Introductions for more information. *Also Available on AO3*

Two years after her sister's tragic death, Evelyn is trying to keep her head down and live a quiet life. But the past refuses to let her go. With shadows closing in and trust nowhere to be found, she's forced to confront dangers she never expected. Friends move on, lives change, but for Evelyn, the fight for truth-and survival-is only just beginning. How far would you go to protect your family when everything you believed was a lie?

I was born a human slave. Now I am an immortal demon-and I have never felt more alive...or more alone. When the Demon King himself notices me, everything I believed about power, love, and vengeance is shattered." Daki, the prideful Upper-Rank demon of the entertainment district, tells her story in a voice trembling between seduction and fury. In the dark alleys of Yoshiwara she hunts slayers for sport, yet her heart beats with an unfamiliar obsession when Muzan Kibutsuji-the cruel, all-powerful Demon Lord-sends a crimson-eyed messenger to claim her. As secret meetings in moonlit temples stoke a dangerous passion, Daki must choose between loyalty to her brother Gyutaro and a forbidden love that could damn them all. With every chapter ending on a heartbeat or a knife's whisper, this dark fantasy romance weaves demon lore, obsessive desire, and revenge into a slow-burning tale of power and possession. Will Daki's sworn enemy become the only one who can save her...or the reason for her ruin?

When was the last time you were afraid? Worried? Traumatized? Was it a year ago? Week? Or maybe just now? For Nathan Willow, this feeling is constant and is not limited to just his mind. No, that would be mercy. This is a story of a man who becomes a bitter reflection of both humans and mutants alike, because how can one trust in human-mutant cooperation when feeling everyone's hatred through fear? This is my second-ever fanfiction. Please bear in mind that English is not my first language. Because I respect everyone's time, I indicated this is a male OC x Madelyne Pryor story. Eventually. The story will start before the events of the X-Men 97'. There can also be some AU divergences/changes related to characters or settings. This story is for mature readers only. It will contain violence, gore, sensitive topics, and smut.

A bittersweet journey of a young, enslaved soul through memories of days when everything was much simpler - and a reminder that sometimes people miss others more than they miss themselves. Even if you recall tales of guardian angels and hope that death no longer exists, in this case, salvation is merely a new name for naivety. [This story is a translation into English, so there may be some grammatical errors or awkward phrasing. Thank you for your understanding and patience.] - Psychological fiction

Celestial. Chainbreaker. The Eyrie... Words Verona has heard in her nightmares, ever since the death of her family at the hands of the monstrous Cearnian Empire. In between trapping game and fishing for a living, she spends all of her time in The Soggy Crow- a run-down tavern at the edge of her town of Everthorn. When a handsome stranger arrives at the Crow, the nature of her reality is thrown into chaos. Bolero is a firehawk- a red-tailed hawk shapeshifter with an affinity for fire magic. Hailing from The Eyrie, a civilization of avian shapeshifters, he is a masterful hunter, and a furious warrior. But something is missing. Something that tugs at his chest every time he wanders into the Nithra Forest that borders the cliffs of his home. When Bolero has a run-in with the Sidhe - the fae of the Nithra -he realizes that there are some secrets better left unknown. #WattpadWritersShowcase