el juego del amigo secreto era algo muy comun entre las escuelas. ¿que mejor forma de conocer a alguien que por ese juego? Aunque en esta historia, Dream haria de cupido para su hermano.

-¿Crees en las sirenas ?- pregunto su madre, mientras sostenía un libro. - si, son seres muy hermosos, quiero casarme con una- contestó el pequeño esqueleto de huesos negros. Era un recuerdo vago que tenía: sostenía su taza de café y miraba por la ventana del avión, su nuevo hogar rodeado de agua marina y playas. Córcega 0 adaptaciones y no copiar, se original ★

Summary; aveces... me pregunto si un dia te importe, si algun dia pensaste en mi, si algun dia dijiste "Oye, ¿como estaras? si algun dia me extrañaste.. si algun dia esto funciono.. si algun dia de verdad te importe. pero, aun si a todo esto respondieras que si, Yo no pude aguantar mas...Rurú.

Cross, a so called Blacksmith in a little town called Serville, he is quite popular there. Many people ask him to forge so many items. He's well loved by royal as well. He is friends with many royals. In the morning, he's a Blacksmith, at night, he's different and his identity will be revealed when he meets pirates who cause trouble. Nightmare, a feared pirate of the seven seas, raided Serville and met the black and white Blacksmith. He apparently takes the Blacksmith in and finds out his unique secret. What will turn for the two, will they hate eachother or find something they lost in a long while? Find Out Now In 'Hidden Identity'

⚠Historia sad⚠ Si eres sencible y amante del shipp Nightcross te recomiendo que no lo leas porque dejara una huella muy fuerte en tu kokoro ▶Pero si eres valiente se bienvenid@!!! ⚠ENSERIO, LOS HARA LLORAR⚠

This is for the Crossmare anniversary 3rd July :3 Long ago an ancient chest containing all the gems and riches was kept under lock and key at the palace of the royals. The chest was a target. Pirates from all around the world would come to try steal its riches. But the chest held a curse. "If a pirate takes this chest and steals its riches, may a curse be set on them and the whole world." To keep the world safe, the royals hid the crate, locking it up along with a riddle. The key for the chest was entrusted with their closest and most reliable friend. The oceans been at peace for years now. But the holder of the key died, leaving it to his son, and with the pirates on his trail, its only a matter of time before the world collapses and falls out of balance Crossmare Cover credit: onebizarrekai on Tumblr.

Al inicio de cada relación, las dificultades del entorno de una pareja, siempre son las mas difíciles. Al ser uno el Rey de las pesadillas y antiguo guardián de los sentimientos negativos; Y el otro un Ex-guardia Real, hacen las cosas mas complicadas. ¿Dejarse guiar por las apariencias o pelear por aquello que ambos mas anhelan?

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"Hey, no tengo idea a quién escribo, pero por favor, seas quién seas, detente... Duele, ¿sabes? Duele mucho saber que la persona que me ha estado enviando constantes cartitas estúpidas, llenas de cursilerías, ya no me habla. Bien, bien, ya. Deje mi orgullo de lado, ¿estás feliz? Ahora sigue enviando esas malditas cartas, estúpido. ¿Qué quieres que pierda ahora?, ¿mi dignidad?" ✍✍✍✍✍✍ ➤Historia Corta ➤NightCross [Advertencia: Pequeñas referencias a suicidio] Nightmare!Sans pertenece a Joku. Cross!Sans pertenece a Jakei Todos los personajes son propiedad de sus respectivos creadores. Undertale by: TobyFox <Fanfiction, la historia no es real, por lo que no interfiere con la verdadera historia de los personajes> 〖No se hace utilidad de las personalidades canon. Lamento éste punto <"3〗 ❑A V I S O❒ ✎La historia no posee las personalidades canónicas de los personajes, todo aquí es completamente fanon. Me disculpo por ello✐ [-Cxnni-]

They first came as individuals, people caught up in the Nuclear blast of Craitown. But people soon realised that the infected numbers were increasing. Cities were swarmed by mobs of what the few remaining survivors dubbed as 'Zombies'. The virus messed with their brains, driving them insane with a crazy instinct to kill. Survivors fled, taking refuge in defended shelters, sticking in groups. But nothing can keep the infected back. No defences. No weapons. No running. With numbers steadily rising and the living population dying out, the world is still no closer to finding a cure. And now people are starting to wonder, is this really the end of the world? DISCLAMER: This book contains horribly OOC characters and I as the author thoroughly dislike this book so don't have high hopes Cover credit: Avri_02 on Tumblr