• Le traigo a su servicio un lote de reacciones y escenarios junto a los personajes de Twisted Wonderland x MC femenina o MC neutral. • Twisted Wonderland es de autoría de Disney Japón y Aniplex.

Nuestro amable director por fin encontró la forma de devolverte a tu mundo, una buena noticia pero ¿Lo es para todos? •La historia no está basada 100% en lo canónico, posiblemente más adelante algunas cosas se contradigan conforme se desarrolla la historia en el juego, hasta el momento va en el capítulo 6, si más adelante alguna cosa se revela y contradice la historia, mis disculpas. •Twisted Wonderland videojuego perteneciente a Disney Japón, Aniplex y Yana Toboso.

La prefecta de Ramshackle no creyó que se casaría... ¡Con el mismísimo príncipe Eliot!, ¿el problema?, es un fantasma y para que el matrimonio pueda ser válido ella deberá de beber el vino de la muerte. Grim y los demás no lo permitirán, no importa lo que deban de hacer... ¡Esa boda la impedirán!. (Fanfic Finalizado)

Un libro que recopilará historias de BB Yoosung y MC, ya sea en formato mini historia, oneshot o drabble. Con temáticas varias, desde el clásico fluff al angst. Mystic Messenger y sus personajes, son propiedad de Cheritz, pero las historias aquí contadas son de mi autoria.

There it was...The hopes and dreams of a new beginning. I am standing in front of the apartment that I am about to call home from now on. It looks shaggy and unkept but I don't mind it. The numbers on the door stare back at me, almost mocking me and my mother about the sad past that we had back in our old place as if it knew what happened. *"204" I mumble under my breath.*

Darkness was all that ever surrounded me. A sheer blanket of night as thick and suffocating as miasma that enveloped my presence and soul. This wall of black shielded me from the light of others. Their all too bright smiles and their naivety to the darkness of the world. Echoes of their laughter would give me migraines and their constant chatter encouraged me to venture even deeper into the abyss of the dark. All who ever came within my gaze ran away in fear and with just a peek into my eyes they would be completely petrified. My appearance only increased their fear. My black hair was long and covered my eyes and most probably half my face. My skin was pale and almost as white as snow. I think my appearance is perfectly normal but to others I looked like a living corpse lurking in the corridor. Of course, because of the stupid rules and regulations of the academy, I had to wear the bright disgusting yellow excuse of a uniform on a daily basis. Walking in the corridors I would always hide in the shadows avoiding all the people who walked by. For everyone else's safety and my own. If they came close to me, they would drown in my dark dense aura. No one has ever survived living in my presence. That is, until one person challenged this fact. I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or the cover of this fanfiction.

As class starts, I readily pay my attention to the board. The teacher, his name is "Gaku Yashiro." He explains to us that we'll be doing a "get to know your seat partner better" thing for today, since it is the first day. This does shoot a jolt of anxiety up through my body. I'm not ready, not now. Why can't we just talk to each other on our own accord? Nearly every first day is like this, so why am I surprised? Almost immediately, the blond boy next to me turns his head to look in my direction. Thus the activity begins.