We start out in Mid-Spring. MC never came into the club. The school year is slowly, but surely, coming to a conclusion, and the weather is beautiful. Sunlight emits the air, creating a joyful atmosphere filled with hope. Vegetation is blooming, decorating the land farther than the naked eyes can see. Soft winds blow through, not too hot, yet not too cold. But LOVE is in the air as well as the breeze. THE SHIP HAS SAILED I might make this a series of stories btw

This is my first story so don't kill me if there is bad grammar! And I hope you enjoy. ALSO! These characters and photos don't belong to me! obviously...

《COMPLETED》 This is my very first wattpad story as well as my first time trying to write a story.

This art is not from me, it is from the respectable owner! (All of the art!) I love this ship, and I would like to make one! And I hope you would like to join me in this crazy rollercoaster!

Its going to be told as the point of view from monika She realizes Sayori started to act different when she and (Mc) broke up, the picture belongs to :https://wooden-willow.deviantart.com/ give this creator some love <3 (WARNING HAS SOME DARK SHIT THAT IS GONNA BE TOLD LATER ON) (ANGST STILL IS IN MY SOUL) (Ill give a warning if Im gonna need to turn the rating up to Mature)

This art doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the wonderful owner. I take no ownership. This is a Sayori x Monika story, obviously. Enjoy! Rank #3 imhere.

I am hopelessly in love with a girl that hates me. And what the heck am I supposed to do? -Natsuki A/N: I just ship these two dokis way to much. This probably isn't normal.

Yuri has always liked Natsuki, and Natsuki has always liked Yuri. But with the fear of each other's judgement, they sealed their feelings away from the world, concealed by timidness and confidence. However, after a series of events leave the pair to discover each other's darkest secrets, will their feelings for one another finally be realised, or be kept in the dark forevermore? (Author's Note: This story is pretty cringy. I wrote this between the ages of 12 and 13, and as with most young teen writers, my literary and narrative devices were quite poor. Still, I'm deciding to keep this story up as a memory, just so I can amuse myself at how terrible my writing was / is mainly. Thanks for your interest in this terrible piece of "literature", whether it's for ironic entertainment or otherwise.)

Art isn't mine btw. The art in the cover belongs to the amazing person who made it.