Danielle wanted to keep one thing locked away: her past. But that promise soon crumbles when a new face arrives on campus. Hockey forward, Hunter, is the newest player on the team. And he happens to be the one thing Danielle needs to avoid. At least that's what she thought. When he becomes her bestfriend's new roommate, she has no choice. His cocky attitude and confidence in the rink is all it takes for him to take the team by storm. He had hundreds of other girls throwing themselves at him, but he would not quit it with her. He's determined to find out what's behind Danielle's attitude and disliking towards him. As her past starts to unravel, Danielle is skating on thin ice. This time with her heart on the line. 1 MILLION READS [November 13, 2022] 2 MILLION READS [January 18, 2023] 3 MILLION READS [June 12, 2023] #5 in hockey 7/10/22 #1 in enemiestolovers 12/17/22 #6 in college 8/30/22 Started [Jun 2022] Finished [Oct 2022]

2 Assassins, 2 Mafias, 1 enemy. Aria and Leone are competing to be the number one assassin in the world, but their plans change when both of their lives are on the line by the same person. They must now work together, face challenges that are in their path, work with old faces, and keep a romance that is blooming on the downlow. Will they be able to do it? #5 in shock #30 in Mafia #10 in Leone

⭐️TOP FIVE IN ROMANCE & ACTION⭐️ ⭐️#1 in ACTION,MAFIA,FIGHTING⭐️ They call her Diavolul ei. Some don't mention her name in fear it will summon her, if your name is on her list you better be counting your last days. Kids call her a hero; adults call her a monster. He has the worlds best trained assassins under his wing, no one dares to get in this man's way, he gets want he wants. What will happens when you fight fire with fire? Mature 🔞

The long neck was like a magnet. When bare and exposed it was commanding and shouting. I was not allowed to move further without giving it enough attention and touch. I had to touch it delicately with my lips, to leave a moist trail. I had to repeat the actions until the whole surface was covered in goosebumps. Only then I could move down the twisting image.

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Ich versuchte mich zu beeilen, doch nichts tat sich. "Fuck!" fluchte ich, als mir plötzlich die zweckentfremdete Haarklammer aus den schwitzenden, zitternden Fingern glitt und auf den Boden fiel. Ich zog scharf die Luft ein. Es war zwar ein sehr leises Geräusch gewesen, aber mir kam es vor wie ein lauter Schrei durch die Stille. Die Schritte ein paar Gänge entfernt erstarrten. 'Ihr habt mich nicht gehört, ihr habt mich nicht gehört, ihr habt mich nicht gehört...' betete ich stumm, während ich meiner Lunge das Atmen verbot. Doch dann hörte ich, wie sich die Schritte langsam in meine Richtung bewegten. Verdammt. Cover by @tearsandwodka ❤ [30.1.16 / 3.10.16 / 7.11.16 / 29.1.17 / 4.4.17 / 25.7.17→ #1] Danke, danke, danke ihr seid einfach der Wahnsinn <3

«What would you do if your favorite anime character became real ?» • Inspired by the movie "Enchanted" • No cards , no weird clothes , no murdering and the most terrifying of all , No nen . Hisoka Morrow , for once , has been fooled . He finds himself struggling his way out of a filthy sewer to see a completely different world than his . When he almost kills a person of that weird world , a fan who recognized him so well takes him home to avoid all the drastic scenarios and is willing to help him . Will there be a love story between the anime fictional character and his fan ? Or will he just find his way out of this world in no time and leave her alone again ?

Sina Zoldyck kommt aus der berühmten Assassinen Familie und ist auch die große Schwester von Killua Zoldyck. Alleine lebt sie in York New City und verdient ihr Geld, als dann aber ihr großer Bruder Illumi auftaucht und noch einen seiner Freunde mitbringt wird ihr Leben nochmal um einiges interessanter... ❗Ich habe keine Rechte an den Charakteren von Hunter x Hunter oder der Welt, nur der Hauptcharakter gehört mir❗ {Abgeschlossen} Übrigens enthält die Geschichte einige Logikfehler und Rechtschreibfehler bzw ist nicht das Gelbe vom Ei. Da ich aber zu faul bin das zu ändern entschuldige ich mich.

Two polar opposites meet in what seems like the most unusual twist of fate. On one end, you're quiet, modest, sharp-tongued. On the other, he's calculating, oddly charismatic, and he's got an odd bunch of friends that like to hang around. Even as you try your best to get through the school year without making ties with anyone, destiny keeps throwing you at the feet of your town's resident psychopath. You've both got your issues, and you both find that you get along quite well. The chemistry is evident, but you're either oblivious to it, or you refuse to admit it's there. *art cred: https://www.webstagram.me/hisokas_aesthetic