Y/n was lucky. Lucky she found someone who completed her. Her missing half. But as the very seems of Riverdale are ripped apart. She has to hold on to him, her friends, and life as she knows it as everything crashes around her.

You were lucky. At least that's what everyone else said. Lucky you didn't die at your psycho father's hand. Lucky the rain of terror ended after his arrest. Lucky you escaped to Riverdale. Lucky you met him.

You are in Tangled!!

Read the title.

Sage Holdsworth is a gifted painter with a terrible secret. She never imagined her passion would give birth to a vicious monster that could cost her everything. Sage has hidden the source of her talent from her friend and benefactor Lady Helena, but Sage cannot conceal her infatuation with the handsome and charismatic Dorian Gray. Sage creates a lifelike painting of Dorian and a small wolf pup, but there is more to the painting than meets the eye. Lady Helena is determined to meet the mysterious man in the painting. If there is one thing she is good at, it is corrupting young men. Dorian's loss of innocence at her hands soon descends into a life of evil. Dorian pursues all the pleasures of life, unaware that his debauchery has spawned a werewolf that begins killing in the streets of London. Can Dorian and Sage save their souls? Or will the beast consume them all? "Rarely does romance and revenge intersect so pleasurably and delicately, forming a dance of passion and purpose that embraces a soul search and a confrontation between choices of salvation and sin." - Midwest Book Review "A delectable page turner. An excellent debut by Brian Ference. Full of excitement, anticipation, and rich scenery." - Pavan "It has something for everyone with action, romance, and mystery." - Rachel "There on my desk is the first passionate love-letter which I have ever composed in my life-and it is addressed to a dead girl." "The engorged moon hung full and low in the sky like a yellow skull. Misshapen clouds stretched across the floating orb with elongated hands and bony fingers grasping. As they neared the docks, the gas lamps grew fewer and the streets gloomier. The cobblestones blackened as they passed the deserted brickfields. Bottle-sgoodreadshaped kilns spat their outrage with orange tongues of fire into the cooling air. Mangy dogs snarled in hunger and wandering sea-gulls screamed their displeasure at the hansom's passage."

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

You work as a student journalist in your third of college. You were a hardworking and dedicated student, but maybe a little but too dedicated. One day you and your group had a project to make. Fun fact that they left you on your own as they traveled to Belgium for Tomorrowland. Terrific? No. Alone you ventured off to Norway knowing only bits of the language and little knowledge about the country. Good? Somehow yes. On your way you met with a graduate from your university who lived here, but something's off. Let's trace back our thoughts back to our fairytales and see the truth.

This is a story that takes place in the time of the Texas civil war. Around one battle. The battle of the Alamo. Facts and fiction are placed into this story. Originally for a class project, but wasn't finished. Focused around an oc of mine and actual people, who have died fighting, and real events that i have descried to the best if my ability. Have fun and if anything confuses you, ask me or bloody look it up lazy!

Josh drinks to have fun Tyler drinks to get drunk Josh wants to swim Tyler wants to drown