I have found an ideal life. I have a loving husband, no work and no danger. This is exactly what I wanted when I ran away and changed my identity. But I just didn't think that I would have a thirst to be in danger. Next to him. Especially next to him. And sometimes our desires come back into our lives with a nasty cry, "I'm back from your past." I am crazy because I knew that he will find me and I love it.

You wake up in a hospital bed with plenty of injuries and no memories, and the only person that seem more upset about it than you are is a short, angry man named Levi. Levi Ackerman x F!Reader ~ Rated mature for violence (duh), strong language, and eventual smut. Cover photo is from sadlovernovels. #1 in erwinsmith (Dec 2022) #2 in enemiestolovers (Dec 2022) #1 in attackontitan (June 2022, March 2023) #1 in aotfanfic (June 2022, Feb 2023) #1 in shingekinokyojin (May 2022, Jan 2023, April 2023) #1 in mikezacharius (May 2022) #1 in reader (Feb 2022) out of 78k!! holy shit y'all this is insane #1 in aot (Dec 2021, Jan 2022, Jan 2023, Dec 2024, Aug 2025) #1 in snkfanfiction (Nov 2021) #2 in leviackerman (Sept 2021, Feb 2023) #1 in leviackerman (March 2023) #1 in amnesia (Nov 2023) #1 in snk (May 2024, June 2024, April 2025) #1 in aotxreader (March 2025) #1 in fanfiction (June 2025)

modern AU fresh outta college you got a job at the most boring office ever, between your shitty boss, and annoying coworkers you feel like your whole life is laid out before you, cursed to repeat the same boring day over and over again. but will one fateful evening change your whole life? or will your curiosity be the end of you? This story isn't intended for the faint of heart and will have trigger warnings and sexual words.

CONTAINS SPOILERS Also contains mature themes, coarse language, sexual themes, etc. Tears stream down his cheeks, but he doesn't cry. His eyes grow dark, his teeth clenching. "You're why I do what I do. I can't lose you..." He never opens up about anything. Even when he talked about the death of his parents, he hardly showed a flicker of emotion. And here he is, his tears wetting my hair. I stand there, slightly stunned, squeezing him tighter in my arms. "Everything will be okay. I'm not going anywhere... I promise." "I won't let anything happen to you. I won't stop until I know you're safe." I take his face between my hands, wiping the glistening tears off of his cheeks. He leans in, kissing me passionately, his hands grasping my body, holding me as close as possible. "I'll never let you go..." He whispers against my lips.

*disclaimer I do not own rights to the art on the cover and I can't seem to find the artist* Heavy boots hit the ground as the young man ran. He was taught never to think twice when it came to a herd but he couldn't stop himself when he didn't hear his beloved dog following him. Turning to the growling forest he called for his best friend. "Sammy! Come here boy!" Dean shouted. He listened closely and soon heard the familiar bark. A man wearing a heavy trench coat burst from the trees with Sam following him. "There's too many we have to go," the mysterious man ordered in a deep voice. Dean obeyed once Sam was back at his heels. "Come on, we got a town you can hide out in till they pass," Dean rushed forward to lead the man to Alexandria. "but first, what's your name? My dad's would kill me if I brought you back and couldn't even tell them who you were." "Castiel, now keep fucking running."

Daryl Dixon. Something about him made me smile, even though the man would never even give me the time of day. He hated me, with an odd passion that I would never understand. I mean I never gave him any reason to hate me! Besides stealing his truck full of food. And sinking it. And almost shooting him. But I saved his life in that last scenario. Yeah he tried to act badass but I could see past it. I could see that sweet side of him that he tries to hide with his crossbow.

Harry Mel is a recently divorced psychiatrist, who has been working for twelve years at Scranton Mental Asylum. In his years, he'd never before had a patient who had intense homicidal tendencies, nor had he treated a patient who had intense an impulsion to commit violence against other; but even if he had it would've never prepared him for his new patient. A patient who was transferred from Palmerton Mental Hospital, who has the body reminisce of someone who survived a Nazi concentration camp. A patient with no past, and no identity; a patient that is only identified by four numbers: 1543. A patient with unnatural icy blue eyes, and supernatural powers; a patient who is more than he seems. * * * In Patient 1543, Michael Hall sets the profile for his writing and his stylistic tendencies. Using potent horror and incredibly detailed descriptions, Michael paints his picture of terror and horror. In Michael's opinion this is one of the best stories he's written to date.

This is a book about y/n a girl who once looked up to heros but a tragic accident changes her whole mind set. She finds herself in a war with a extremely hot villan. Who will win this love war? So this book is for me because I is absolutely in love with him so yeah😃 📍CONTAINS SELF HARM📍 IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT KIND OF STUFF PLEASE LEAVE fluff❤ ⭐LEMON⭐

🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS🚨 Gore, kidnapping, anxiety, strong language Unedited I literally hate this story so much bc it was the first one I wrote (Kinda Dabi x reader) Sample from the story below!!! I woke up in the hotel room and checked my phone. I realized I was late. Late on the first day for me at a new school!! I quickly jolted up and put on my school uniform. I grabbed my bag and sped out the door. I made it into the building. I had gotten a full scholarship at UA high but didn't accept it until I was halfway through the year.

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️