Her mother is embarrassed of her. Her father doesn't care about her. The rest of her family thinks she's a bad influence on the little ones. Society thinks she's a freak. She gets bullied at school for what she wears and listening to the wrong kind of music. Out of all this her best friend still thinks she's perfect, inside and out. She wants to get away from all the judgmental eyes and she's knows the perfect way. Suicide. She'll never commit it and leave him to defend for himself even though he says he'll be fine. But once she gets pushed over the edge, she goes as far as faking her suicide, with the help of her best friend. Jess and Ronnie have finally escaped judgmental Ohio and eloped to Rhode Island. What will they discover with their new found freedom? *Revising* DO NOT READ THIS OMG THIS IS THE MOST DISGUSTING WRITING I HAVE EVER DONE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

This story is about a boy named Akira Nanami. He's the only son to the Nanami family. He is rich, but he enrolled as a honor student. This is how he met the host club and how the host club saved him from the pits of despair. This is my first fanfiction so don't judge it to harshly. Thank you! ^-^

Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.

Izaya Orihara and Shizou Heiwajima have been fighting to the death ever since they first met. However, what happens when Izaya's deepest darkest secret somehow gets told to the monster? (Sorry I suck at these little things. I hope you enjoy the story! Feedback is always appreciated. Loves you all! ♡ Warning!! Contains some self harm and very very triggering topics. Please be warned!!)

Jake is 17 and lives with his horrible sister, Nicole. she is 18 and has a friend named Austin that is the same age. And jake has had a crush on him for a very long time . His sister is mean to him and hurts him in every way possible. Will jake be alright? Will there be mutual love? Read to find out. (Wrote this young so spelling sucks)

Masks. They symbolize humanity, no one is seen without one and no one goes out barefaced. In fact, its illegal to do so. Your mask shows your rank in society. Of course, with this rule, you wouldn't recognize someone without their mask on because you have never seen their face. Levi Ackerman, he is an official for a high ranking office. His duty is to punish those with no masks, the rebels, those who have broken their masks for another. Eren Jeager - Rebel #673 #34 in fanfiction, Thurs, June 22, 2017 --Holy macaroni! Thank you for 100k! I appreciate every one of you, and hope the best for you all! Thank you again for reading!-- --AM REWRITING!--

What happens when a boy goes to the host room and breaks a vase. This a yaoi love story. Don't hate.