You are Hiro's childhood friend. When you moved away from San Fransokyoyou were only five, leaving behind your best friend, Hiro. But eventually, you are invited to try out for Hiro's brother's robotics university, having graduated High school at 13, being a genius in science. You and your father are invited move back, and stay will Hiro and his aunt. What will happen when you two reunite? And When you meet his friends?

Harleen Frances Quinzel, was at the top of her class in psychology, she could go anywhere, but something drove her to become an intern at Arkham Asylum. The very place where the clown prince of crime himself had been locked away. A story of the Joker and Harley Quinn, the King and Queen of Gotham city. Based on the stories of Suicide Squad & DC comics. I do not own any of these characters all of which belong to DC Comics. This book contains mature content read at your own risk (language, violence and sexual content)

~ When the boys of the famous host club find themselves fighting for a certain girl's attention, everything seemed to change. The hosts were now against each other whenever she would walk into the room. It needed to be settled and quick. There are so many ways to say 'I love you' but who will say it first?

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx

(Y/n) and Jack have been friends ever since he found her channel and they played together. They were always goofing off and having a great time together. But Jack and (y/n) like each other, but will they confess to each other, or remain friends?

" Red Reaper, Red Reaper, who shall your next target be? " One of the most famous urban legends in the 20th Ward talks about a female ghoul called the Red Reaper. No one knows her real name and no one knows how she really looks, but her one distinctive trait is her fiery, red hair. The legend says that the Red Reaper strikes every midnight on Wednesdays, killing anyone who happens to be in her way as she wanders the streets. She lures them in with her sweet voice and kills them in a second. They say she moves so fast that if you blink, she's gone. CCG investigators have been trying to determine whether this is truly a myth... or not, but the legend states that anyone who bumps into her at night or sees her, is doomed to die. That's why all they see is a red flash, then darkness. " Red Reaper, Red Reaper, paint me red. " • R e d R e a p e r | Tokyo Ghoul - zombigail-chan • --warning!! updates are slow--

Some Markiplier imagines! Enjoy ( =ˆ◡ˆ= )

What if you suddenly woke up in a place you never knew? How about if you were placed on death row? Now, what if a psychopath was tailing you and making your life a living hell by framing you for crimes you never committed? Finally, what if you had a rare gift that should have never been possible, and never even knew you had? These are the questions I have to answer right now. I have no clue what to do and no matter what path I follow I’ll be dead in the end. My only hope is the three people standing in front of me at this moment, the ones that have guarded my life all this time. But now I have to take matters into my own hands and can no longer rely on them; or they’ll die. What do I do? Do I let them die, or take their places by sacrificing myself? These are questions a freshman in high school should never have to answer, let alone think about. If you want to know how I’m going to answer these questions, read these few chapters I’ve scrapped together. As of now… I’m dreaming. Are you?