|| Featured FREE story with exclusive paid chapters - previously a paid story || When Haley discovers the truth behind Xavier, whose silence holds a deeper meaning, she sets her mind on making his life better one small step at a time. ***** Haley Rosamond is happy with her simple life, content under the wing of her father. Well-protected, she has no idea of the darkness surrounding Xavier Hunt, with his all-black attire and infrequent presence in school-accompanied by his bruises and scars. That is, until Haley catches a glimpse of Xavier's reality and is made to question everything she knows about family and life in general. The truth, she realizes, couldn't be more different from everything she has heard. Supported by her father, Haley sets her mind on helping Xavier any way she can, and what begins with tutoring sessions, free food, and random acts of kindness blooms into friendship and something a little more. But when Haley's admission into her dream college and another tragedy in Xavier's life threaten to undo everything she has worked for, Haley needs to decide if she'll stick by Xavier or simply be another person in his life that disappears. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

"Oh, piss off!" Valera shouted. The scruffy looking man laughed and tilted his gaze up from the ground, locking eyes with her. "Oh, darling, I don't think I can, that would really just take the fun out of it!" --- Valera is constantly on the run from memories and people alike, but when she stumbles on a small Romanian Village, things take a turn for worse in her life. Or maybe better. --- This is a Heisenberg x OC ff and if a lot of people don't like that, I can change it to 2nd person POV, as it is not a problem to me <3 Keep in mind as well that I'm attempting to write longer chapters so bare with me as i eventually get to the point :)

❝You must be Hank's daughter.❞ ❝Indeed I am. And you must be that detective I've heard so much about.❞ All Time Highest Rankings: #2/8.3K Android (9/13/25), #4/2.6K detroitbecomehuman, #1 markusxreader, #1 become human, #1 iamalive, #2 rk800, #2 markus, #10 dbh, #10 Connor, #5 Kara, #20 detroit, #89 leo, #71 alice, #51 Carl, #12 hank, #30 connorxreader Started: June 12th 2018 Completed: March 7th 2023 (The cover and the pictures inside this book don't belong to me but to their rightful owners.) This book is based loosely on the choices made by CoryxKenshin in his play-through of Detroit: Become Human.

everything was blue... his pills, his hands, his jeans... ... and he's blue Completed 6-2-19✓ * sequel :" angel under the mask " out now! °this story takes place in current times, instead of the late 80's early 90's as the game takes place, and they're all seniors in high school° !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in Sallyface !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in sallyfacexreader ❤️ #10 in sallyface (1.17.19) #18 in sallyface (1.11.19) #21 in sallyface (12.23.18)

The first anomaly was Stan Pines. I knew him as Stanley, he had always been Stanley when I was younger, when it was just him and I, but his niece and nephew knew him as Stanford (or Grunkle Stan). When I left Stan's care 21 years ago, I thought I knew him better than anyone. Sure, I was five, and sure, we probably didn't talk about everything but... You would've thought he'd have mentioned his brother. Stanford Pines was the second anomaly. I had spent an entire month in his room, never recognizing it was actually his. I read his books, I looked over his math, I added footnotes to his theories... never even knowing it was actually his. Stanford Pines was unknowingly my childhood idol, what pushed me forward in my scientific field through out life and ultimately the reason I came back to Gravity Falls. Finally, the third anomaly was how he made me feel. I lived a life that was uncommon, you could say I myself was an anomaly. My mother sold herself on the streets, dumped me at orphanages and with "family friends" that seemed a lot more like strangers. I had spent most of my school and college life avoiding people, only ever bothering to send birthday cards and holiday greetings to Stan over the years after he had taken care of me. So why did my heart ache to get to know Stanford Pines? Why did I spend countless house of the night wondering if he had eaten enough? How was he feeling? When was the last time he slept? Is he as haunted as he looks? Does he blame himself? Does he notice me? Does he truly hate Stanley? Is he lonely? Does he notice me? Is he good at playing piano? How does it feel to hold his hand? Does he notice me? Does he notice me?

all of time and space, all the possibilities, all of the unknown. that's what she was in the doctor's eyes. every possibility, every unknown. she was an enigma, carrying a weight that only he could understand. maybe that's why he started praying to angels. highest rankings - #thedoctor 1 #10thdoctor 1 season two cover by @Sarah_Kingxx

In which the stars give two sorrowful children each other. [ONGOING, UNDERGOING EDITTING] [7/30/19] [RANKED #1 IN TENTH DOCTOR] [9/24/19] [RANKED #1 IN DOCTOR WHO] [DOCTOR WHO] [TENTH DOCTOR x oc] [SEASON 3 - SEASON 4]

Caramillia Jonicale, the last female Timelord among existence. After reaching Earth in a status bubble that kept her safe, with a stolen vortex manipulator melted into her skin after crashing into the 1800s on Earths surface, Caramillia Jonicale finds herself saving the Earth from all and any alien invasions. From Daleks, Cybermen, and Weeping Angels, Caramillia always seems to have her hands full. Until one day she runs into a man and his Posh Blonde friend who he called Rose. Who turns out to be another living, breathing, talking Timelord. The Doctor.

All her life, Nova knew something in her life was missing. Like she was only partially there. All his life, The Doctor knew something was missing like a piece of him was cut out. What happens when the two half-souls finally collide? We all heard the story about Amelia Pond, the girl who waited. But what about her babysitter, Nova Devaraux? | UNDERGOING CONSTRUCTION | Please Hold |

Everyday Credence Barebone stood on the crowded streets of New York. Everyday he handed out leaflets on the horrors of the witches, just as he was told to. And everyday he waited for the smile of the girl with the peculiar flowers. Credence did not know who she was, where she was going, or why, without fail, she met his gaze each morning with her soft brown eyes, and granted him a smile that made him feel much more than any beating from his "mother" ever could. Credence lived for that smile, and she lived to give it.