I started noticing strange things going on at my house, it was strangely clean, my son finally had a full night's sleep and my bedroom smelled of roses, I have decided to document my experiences. I have to know if I'm going crazy.

"You think too much," "And you feel too little," That made her laugh, dry and quick. "Maybe that's how I keep from getting hurt." "Or maybe it's how you keep from seeing what's right in front of you," he said. (ONGOING.) I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OR ANYONE FROM AVATAR THE WAY OF WATER, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE CREATORS.

"Her name tastes better than blood." In a world full of strangers, she never realized the one watching was always closest. As secrets come to light and blood spills under the weight of justice, Ava must decide who she really is... before someone else decides for her. A slow-burn psychological thriller with dark romance, manipulation, and a fatal game of identity. An english story by @whispersfromdarline 📖

Explore a collection of different stories and one-shots of 'Night Owls & Summer Skies,' each one taking place in its own distinct universe.

"You wrote me into existence Raven... Now, you think you can erase me?" Raven Dusk was supposed to be the author, the one in control. But when Park Jimin, the villain she created, steps out of her book and into her world, reality twists. He shouldn't exist. And yet, he stands before her. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. "I belong to you," he murmurs, tracing her jaw with his scarred fingers, "but that means you belong to me too." She tries to run. She tries to rewrite him. But with every word she types, he only becomes more real. More dangerous. More obsessed. "Tell me, little writer," Jimin whispers, his lips a breath away from hers, "What happens when the villain you created loves you more than the story itself?" [🏆X 10] Highest Rankings: #1 in Villain (19.07.2025) #4 in PJM (02.06.2025)

Genevieve Fischer is a 16-year-old junior at a bustling suburban high school, balancing the weight of academic excellence with the emotional turmoil of teenage life. Known for her straight A's and a reputation as the school's bookworm loner, she prefers the company of novels to her peers, often fading into the background, especially at parties where social dynamics can get tricky. Aside from Genevieve, all the teenagers have spent their high school years in a fictional town of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.

Some people die. Some disappear. And some... are erased. For the past three years, Amelia has been doing everything she can to survive - burying her grief, outrunning her past, and hiding a truth she barely understands. She may look human, but she isn't. Not entirely. When her best friend vanishes without a trace, leaving no memory of her behind, Amelia comes face to face with the terrifying truth: something dark is hunting her. And this time, surviving won't be enough. The shadows are closing in. People she loves are disappearing. And no one is safe - not even Ezra, the boy she loved enough to let in. But when the monsters come, Amelia will have to decide how far she's willing to go to protect what little she has left. Because the creatures that took Kayla are coming for her next. And they don't just want to erase her. They want to claim her.

Perry never expected Matthew to stay. What began as a simple connection, fleeting and undefined in the middle of a cold city-slowly unraveled into something deeper, something neither of them had planned for. When life took an unexpected turn, so did their bond. But just as it began to mean more, everything shifted. Alone in the aftermath, Perry tried to let go. But grief has echoes. And so does love. Seasons passed. She rebuilt herself through quiet rituals-morning meditations, evening journals, the scent of chili on the stove, candles burning in the dark. Slowly, the ache dulled. Slowly, she changed. Then one spring afternoon, when the light was just right and her heart no longer ached the same way, it happened. The past returned, but this time, it brought clarity, not confusion. She had changed. He had, too. But perhaps that was the point. Because some stories never truly end. They linger. They echo. Until you're finally ready to listen again.

Beneath the Tile is a confession scraped from the edge. It's late nights alone on unfinished floors, a trowel in one hand and a rolled-up bill in the other. It's the story of a man laying perfect lines while everything else falls apart-his body, his mind, his family. Meth didn't start the story. But it rewrote it. This is what it looks like when the job doesn't stop just because your sanity does. When you're tiling through psychosis. When the windows start watching you. When even the bag in your pocket feels holy. There's light in this book-but it doesn't come easy. It's earned through madness, blood, and silence. Through scraped knees on concrete and the long crawl back toward something like hope. It's not a story of survival. It's a reckoning that somehow lived. 4/30/25 #1- autobiography #1- memoir #1- gritty #1- real #1- redemption

This is a story about two perfumes in my current story: Burberry, a soft-hearted perfume developed a crush on Posh the second perfume in my collection thus follows their story which started when Posh arrived in the perfume collection and the story along the way. Later the story goes, the greater the tension and spice goes on between them. Was Posh thinking the same thing... Was Burberry pointed out she's gay?