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"you have everything you want," jeno declared in a strangled voice. 'except you,' jaemin thought to himself. he wouldn't dare say that to jeno's face. instead, he said, "i know." --- a nomin fanfic. lowercase intended. may have adult themes ; undecided.

This is just some stuff about me if you want to know a little bit more about who I am! - I am Christian - I go to a Baptist Church - I live in Ohio - I love Christian Rock, some Christian Rap, and Christian Contemparary Music. (as well as classic rock) - I play guitar -piano -saxophone -ukulele -and banjo - I like reading and writing songs/music - I like to hike/camp/swim/do other outdoorsie crap - I know multiple people who have tried to kill themselves and that's why I made an account on here, to reach out to people who are having troubles and need someone to talk to..

Welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where kids and parents alike come for entertainment and food as far as the eye can see! The main attraction is Freddy Fazbear, of course, and his two friends. They are animatronic robots, programmed to please the crowds! The robots' behavior has become somewhat unpredictable at night however, and it was much cheaper to hire you as a security guard than to find a repairman. From your small office you must watch the security cameras carefully. You have a very limited amount of electricity that you're allowed to use per night (corporate budget cuts, you know). That means when you run out of power for the night - no more security doors and no more lights! If something isn't right - namely, if Freddy Fazbear or his friends aren't in their proper places, you must find them on the monitors and protect yourself if needed! Can you survive Five Nights at Freddy's?

The Civil War in Skyrim ended 7 years ago. The Stormcloaks beat the Imperial Army fair and square ... Well, with a little help from the Dovahkiin. But now there is a new problem rising. The cities of Skyrim are turning poor as merchants stop coming, stopping the trade between them. Can Vivian - the Dragonborn - find out what is happening? This problem added to everything else, including possible romance and fights to the death, means that the Dovahkiin has a very hectic and unique life! Where do her loyalties lie? Any nice comments or constructive criticism appreciated!!

Two countries have been at war for years, but not just any war, a Wyvern War, the deadliest kind. It all started when the Everlasting Region killed the Princess of the crowned Region and three of her Court. Now, Wyvern academy of the Crowned Region is building two Wyvern teams, the Alphas and the omegas.

Six men, six marines, cut off from all support, try their best to survive in an occupied city, waging a guerrilla war against the Covenant aggressors.

so this story is about me This book belongs to the account emo-boy10 and that account only I as the author do not have any other accounts.

rank: #18 in howtotrainyourdragon My name is Emma. I'm different than other nineteen-year-old girls; in fact, I'm different than everyone. I posess strange, evil powers--I always have. For starters, my chocolate brown hair has a dark purple sheen to it, and my eyes are dark purple as well... But the really weird thing is my birthmark: I have a purple birthmark that swirls and spirals like a vine up my left arm down to my hand and to my ring finger-tip and up the right side of my neck. But the real reason that I'm a freak... a monster... is because I cause a wake of destruction everywhere I go, and not because I'm clumsy. If I'm even at all tense, my footsteps leave dark purple scorch marks. When I get mad, my surroundings ignite with black and purple fire. It,s unpredictable because it's almost never the same thing, for instance, I often accidentally blast a purple beam of energy, or I cause gigantic black vines with purple thorns to rise from the ground without warning. I was abandoned when I was a baby, not that I can blame them... There are even legends about me that Vikings tell for ghost stories, or if they want to scare their kids into staying inside. They call me a monster. And they're right.