MoS | BvS 1st place in the 2017 DC Watty Award! From a very young age, trouble has always seemed to follow Rose Montgomery. When she finally moves to Metropolis to get away from the crime in Gotham, she finds out that the bustling little city is not exactly the safe haven she was hoping for. With a hero complex of her own, she begins to notice the mysterious Clark Kent is always there to save her. But as the Man of Steel begins to fall head over heels in love, he worries that revealing his true identity will only put her more at risk... *** "Not everyone can be trusted, Clark--" I admitted, "--but there are still some good people out there. I think your Dad was a little paranoid, honestly. And sometimes, you're the one that needs to be willing to take that leap of faith first." The words had barely left my mouth, but in a flash, he had closed the distance between us. He bent forward, his lips brushing against mine, and for a moment I allowed myself to imagine what he would taste like.

You lied to me. You said everything would be alright, we would all eventually get back home. Now we've fallen into a battle with hardly a chance to breathe. We were doing just fine until you showed up. Now you're gone. Never to return again... (I don't own Voltron. Only my characters.)

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

When Sparrow's son almost gets killed in the Hobbe cave she begins to wonder what type of mother and wife she is, she begins to think bad of herself and let's her emotions get the best of her, yet Alex is there to remind her of who she truly is, along with her wonderful son. Some minor sexual references, may be triggering, and tons of fluff THIS IS A ONESHOT, IF I PLAN ON CONTINUING THIS I WILL MAKE A SEPRATE BOOK THANK YOU Fable 2 belongs to Lionhead studios, I do not own any of the characters, I only own the story

Sequel to Moose/Squirrel/Pine-Tree/Shooting-Star. Sam and Dean return to Gravity Falls after a strange dream. Stan leaves town for a few days and the Winchesters agree to babysit the twins. Gideon attempts to steal the shack with a spell. Bill Chipher decides to have some "fun". Cover art is not mine.

Book 2 Seven years post Weirdmageddon, (Y/N) returns to Gravity Falls with her best friend, Monty. They go back to her old cabin, expecting to catch up and meet with friends and make new memories. A few days later, things take a turn. A face (Y/N) really didn't want to see pops up. He shows up at her doorstep asking for assistance and maybe even forgiveness. He had enough time to craft a story to pull at her heartstrings, too. Only, (Y/N)'s not so sure she can trust Bill Cipher. Especially not after everything he's done to her. --- THIS IS A SEQUEL The first one's called Fool's Gold

[Book One] |×| Ineffable: unutterable, inexpressible |×| "Know your enemy. Win the war. Bring back victory." Kuroo and Kenma. Two best friends who were once inseparable, but soon lost each other. Hatred grew within their hearts, and they changed. One turned into a guardian of peace, and the other seek for chaos. Kuroo become a part of the military. Kenma created an organization of rebels. And after years, the two had to face each other. "I hate you. And I'm sorry, but I can never kill you. Not with our history." "Don't you dare, Kenma, you can't-...!!" "This is it, Kuroo. Game Over." [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] DISCLAIMER: I do not own Haikyuu!! Haikyuu!! belongs to Furudate Haruichi. ©Midnight-Ravencrow |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| [EXTRAS STILL ON GOING]

This is a story about a girl in Albion - a girl with a dark past. But she won't let that stop her from having a future in Bloodstone with Reaver. All she needs to do is convince him to help her. Follow her through this story with adventure, violence, action, humour, and maybe a bit of romance. This is sort of a fanfic for the video game FABLE. This takes place in fable 2.

A world in which magic and Steampunk collide. Wizardry is a common art, and, although not many possess the gift, the ones that do don’t have much power at all. They can cast a few illumination spells or cause a spark at their fingertips, but that’s it. A few children, however, are particularly gifted, and the tyrannical government has gotten wind of them. In order to escape the grasp of the assassins dispatched to wipe them out, the kids must scramble across a Steampunk, post-apocalyptic world in search for freedom, liberty, and justice.