When I wake in the hospital, adorned with a new scar across me from the fateful day I lost everything, I have no choice but to try and pick up the life that I left behind in America without Vessel by my side. With no contact from him and a broken heart, I am set to graduate with a psychology degree and am forced to move on. Then, only a few days before graduation, a letter arrives at my college campus for a job offer as a group therapist. For a band. In Europe. Am I ready to face him again after feeling as though he abandoned me? ~~~~~~~~~~ This is a sequel to The Summoning

Making a deal with the God of Sleep wasn't exactly on my bingo card, but neither was getting caught up in a sacrificial ritual. The four men in masks saved me only to bring me to their own church of worship, telling me I can't go home because of the debt I owe. But a pact made long ago with the God and the one they call Vessel has me questioning my trust in them, especially when the standoff-ish Vessel of Sleep, the leader of the group, seems to know something I don't. The only way to learn the truth is to delve deeper into their lives, digging up my own buried past along with it... This is a slow burn romance mystery. Warning ⚠️: talk of suicide, murder, self harm and abuse along with sexual content. I also use swear words occasionally Word count: 85,661 Sequel: Telomeres

One of those stories that makes you say what in the wattpad is this Your name is Iris, and you stumble upon a campsite after breaking down.

The oldest reason for war - Religion

When being passed over for a job collides with the past on her heels, the last thing Sera Hale needs is the threat of being sent back to America. When a long time friend tells her about an opportunity to work as a housekeeper, she doesn't hesitate to show up for the interview. She'll take whatever she can get, even if her new employer wears a mask and cape 24/7. He wasn't going to hire Sera, however when he learned of her situation it brought out an empathetic side and learning that she was mute brought out a curious one. His curiosity soon becomes fascination as his new housekeeper settles into her role. Although, his fascinations would soon become his downfall into actions punishable, the deity Sleep doesn't care for distractions. She was the distraction he didn't need. He was the one person that could possibly reawaken something that had dissolved long ago. Sleepless nights, regretful decisions, threats from her past and the wrath of his deity should be enough warning, but is it? PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNING BEFOREHAND 18+ MDNI

Read n find out cba for blurbs Check out my other story for a cute love story. This is not that. There's gonna be mental health issues, some schizophrenia and personality disorder symptoms, probably BDSM, and Vessel is /Not a nice guy in this one/. Again, in the other fic, he's a top bloke, if you don't like meanies

So lots of people say the love of your life is hard to find my story isn't quite like that... In fact the love of my life came right to my doorstep and got down on one knee held a ring And proposed to my mother (Cover made by @secretbatman29)

When sixteen-year-old, Anastasia 'Annie' Evans, finds out that her mother's newly-engagement comes with having a stepbrother, she starts to develop a certain attachment to him; not knowing that she's about to embark on a euphoric adventure full of lust, lies, and secrets. [highest ranking : #1 in Fanfiction]

Я не думаю,что вы когда-нибудь действительно знаете,кто вы,пока не потеряете себя.Вы не знаете боли,пока человек не даст свою жизнь для срыва гранатой,оставляя вас одиноко стоящим в открытом поле боя.Вы не знаете любви,пока источник вашего счастья не оставит вас слабым и увядать в агонии. Он любил меня.Он любил меня так сильно,что забыл ненавидеть себя.Он был так занят,ставя меня перед всем остальным,что он не заметил шторм внутри него начал ломаться,позволяя нескольким лучам света светиться.Он вернул меня к жизни.Он был дождём,который питает меня и маскируя моё сердце зелёным снова.Он обещал мне, что будет лучше,Боже,он стал лучше.И потом, что-то внутри него смещается;оно не только изменило его,но это повлияло на меня также.Он взял каждую унцию страсти и уважения для себя и раздавил его под обувью.Он ударил меня прямо там,где я была слаба и я не думаю,что когда-либо чувствовала боль,как прежде.Он повредил человека,которым я когда-то была,изменил и манипулировал человеком,которым я сейчас являюсь и разрушил человека,которым я должна была стать. Но все боли, слёзы и лжи...Я бы все повтор

"we don't have to fucking fight it anymore, em." . . . in which luke and emma had a drunken one night stand two years ago, and now they are both dating each other's best friend. [COMPLETED] warning: this will probably be the most cringe fic you have ever read