An unwilling dancer enrols into the Opera Populaire troop. But things get a little complicated with her on off run-ins with the famous Opera Ghost.

Oftentimes in life, the actions of one person will create a ripple that will change the course of time for better or worse. When Y/N's fiance leaves her in a precarious position, a masked man takes her in, and none of their lives are ever the same again. Become one with the story as you navigate life between your betrothed, and the man whose voice you can't get out of your mind... or heart. Disclaimer: This is strictly a work of fiction. I am not making any profits from this publication, and I do not own the original TPOTO plot. All credit goes to where credit is due.

Living as a medical student under constant pressure from her mother is not exactly the type of life Eleanor chose. Obedient, demure, and reserved - a reputation Eleanor has to keep up for everyone. However, beneath the 'perfect daughter' persona lies a woman blessed by the Gods of Arts. During free time and out of her mother's sight, Eleanor shares her talent to those who appreciates it. A voice that flows like the river, hands of limitless creations, and feet as light as feathers; "What a waste to be kept hidden" one could say. But then again, a person can only bear so much. Desperate for an escape, Eleanor left behind the life she knew, in pursuit of a future where she can nurture her talent. Or so she thought? What would become of Eleanor when she finds herself transported to a different place, much so, in a different time? Strange. The last thing she remembered was receiving a music box from an unknown sender, and now, everything around her changed. "Work for an opera house?" Witness Eleanor's journey as she experience a new world of trials, passion, romance, and purpose - an intent to rewrite the story. Indeed, such twist and turns. - (Erik/Phantom x OC/Reader) This is purely a work of fiction. I do not own nor claim The Phantom Of The Opera.

A book of The Phantom of the Opera x Fem!Reader Oneshots, as portrayed by Gerard Butler. I do not write smut! All rights go to Andrew Lloyd Webber, the directors and writers of the 2004 film edition, and of course Gerard Butler.

[Book 1/?] [unedited] You had known L since he arrived at the orphanage thanks to Mr Wammy telling you to make friends with him and show him around. But something about the boy made you curious. The two of you grew to be friends and detectives along the way, although L became the worlds greatest detective, surpassing you. But ever since that faithful day you met him, you'd been adding to your own little case, one you'd work on for years to come. Case file: L Lawliet. Why did you feel so attached to him?

Hi! Well this is my first story and im not very good at writing but Bruno is adorable and I just wanted to give him a big old hug so I just had to try. Forgive me if its not good. It'll be a Bruno x reader story with them meeting when they were younger. Same age ish while they were growing up. Should follow the story line of the movie plus extra. I loosely figure that Encanto takes place near Neiva since the terrain seems to fit geographically. Also, I do not take credit for the cover art. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this :) (Started Jan 3 22 - Ended Feb 22 22)

[SEQUEL to Killer Protector (Jeff the Killer story)] In the quaint town of Gracewood, Virginia, Ao Matsukochi lives comfortably with her adoptive parents and her loyal friends. For her, everyday is full of practice and optimism. Though, every person has their quirks. Sam is her best friend, who also happens to be in her head. They go hand-in-hand like partners in crime. What Ao never expected was that with an unusual friend comes unusual things. Soon she is sent into dangerous encounters, unbelievable happenings and people beyond her wildest imaginations. She always knew she wasn't so ordinary, but now she plays an important role on the stage of life and death, alongside with a special someone with a blue mask. She'll have to believe in the impossible and rethink all that's she's known to survive a war that has thrived for centuries. Dark things lie within allies and darker things lie within herself as well. Which can she face? Which can she live with? Which won't bring her to death's door? [S E Q U E L: Terrible Fates (Ben Drowned Story)] Cover art is by: Vronik-Gesso on Tumblr *****-1st Place in Eyeless Jack-***** All CreepyPastas do not belong to me unless stated otherwise.

{COMPLETED} This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times. ◊◊◊ You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase. ◊◊◊ "Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage. "I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him. "Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks." The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience." "No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath." "Do you?"

"She's like a snake charmer." "Maybe she is." _______________________________________________________________________ Y/n Cultven. Pureblooded Slytherin. Just like the many gerenrations of her family. But unlike her fellow Slytherins. She was raised to believe Voldemort was bad, and blood status didn't matter. Through twist, turns, and dark secrets. Who knows whats going to happen to her.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart