*One-Shot* Nobody wants to hear the word. Nobody needs to hear the word. Nobody deserves to her the word. The one word that means it's over. The one word that means it's done. The one word that means forgetting. That one word. Goodbye. "Goodbye." He said as he began to walk away. I turned around and grabbed his wrist. He turned to face me, surprised by my unexpected act, as I said, "There is no such thing as goodbye."

Alrighty I'm taking my first shot at writing a lemon so here it is post when you read and tell me how you feel

COMPLETED. Read to find out. *** Disclaimer: I do not own tokyo ghoul

(COMPLETED) Being a titan wasn't on Eren's list and he hated thinking he was a monster or when people called him one. He would cuddle in a corner by himself and would cry and yell then torture himself and only one person made him feel like he was human and that was Mikasa. Nothing was working to show Eren who he truly was but only one thing made him feel better and now Eren has to take care of her when she ends up getting pregnant Highest rank: #3 in Eremika fanfics

Since the day your parents were killed, you swore to yourself that you would do and give anything to protect your siblings- even if it meant breaking the law. (I do not own SNK or any of the photos)

(Y/n) hates being a ghoul, and Uta wants her back to the ghoul she used to be. Can he help her go back to what she once was?

Disclaimer* I will no longer be updating this story or it's contents* I'm in love with places I'll never see, and guys that don't even know I exist. Seeing him walk into the Cafe made my heart flutter, but what's new about that? I love the way he occasionally glances at me and then goes back to typing on his laptop; the way he always teases me when he tells me his order. When I wear a frown on my face he makes me smile. I wonder why he does these things;but honestly I really don't care. I'm just happy with these sweet nothings that we share. *I do not own any characters from Attack on Titan, all rights belong to Hajime Isayama.* *Picture belongs to the rightful artist*

Why would someone so rich, run away from their perfect home? To get away... To get away from all the stupid people and comments they made. She ran away to get away from all that and came here, bumping into me and surprising me. Who is she and why is she so important to me? -Ciel Phantomhive I do not own Black Butler

Do you ever get a feeling, that you're not alone in your house?