This is a Nalu, Gruvia, Jerza, Gale and Etc... Fanfic There are no lemons in this book but it will be a great book It is about the guild members facing yet another preoblem, but some of there loved ones couldn't make it though alive or injured very badly, Will they make it? or will one of them die in the end? ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO HIRO MASHIMA! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THEM! Thank you ~ ♡

A story of Nashi, a Princess, daughter of Natsu and Lucy Dragneel of the Fire Kingdom who were recently invited to a masquerade ball hosted by the neighboring Ice kingdom rulers, Gray and Juvia Fullbuster. Here, Nashi will meet a new. . . acquaintance of sorts. This is Nashi's story of her adventures of being a princess. Where Confinement, traveling, friendship, kidnap, and. . .love await her? ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ Status: Complete (under editing) ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ Cover editing: by me! Cover art: kkumri ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ ٭ Some author notes in comments

What if the only reason we can't walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us What if they are trying to protecting us though What if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over You must be on the wrong side is the mirror then Maybe your the reflection

Fairy Tail fanfiction Summary: Keeping peace at Fairy Tail Academy was Jellal's first priority as the council president, 'til one day, he receives a report that someone is causing a ruckus. Arriving at the scene, he found himself facing an innocent-looking blonde girl surrounded by a passed out group of guys, with her hands pulling the collar of another male student. Did she do this by herself? I do not own Fairy Tail! Created by WolfieANNE on fan fiction.net Jellal and Lucy pairing.

this is just a book of suicidal or sad poems so enjoy

WARNING TRIGGERING "Dear little voices in my head. Why is it you want me dead? The pills won’t work, don’t you see? And that knife, it’s not enough for me. If I pack my bag, where will I go? And how do I get there, I don’t know. I guess I follow you, follow your screams. Pray you’re there for more than my dreams. To scare me enough to have me be done. And convince me, that I’ve got to run. Dear little voices, wracking my brain. Why is it you want to drive me insane? With sleepless nights, the need to forget. You know, I’d run right now without any regret. Silly voices, you’re not good at what you do. Because you’ve been overpowered, it’s true. But somebody that cared, for just long enough. To prove that running was just too tough. Will you try to overpower, or will you give in? I wonder if you’ll listen, or if you’ll lead me to sin." Poem; Dear Little Voices.