Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

Dropping out of college after two years and an unpleasant break-up, Vera needs a change - so when she gets an opportunity to spend some time in US, she doesn't hesitate and grab it firmly. She wasn't sure what she expected when she decided to do so, but gaining a friend whose middle name should be tornado and meeting this blind guy, who comes to a gym after hours, wasn't on her list. To be honest, an encounter with a masked vigilante wasn't there either.

"ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ" Cassandra was a doctor, before the turn. After being stranded alone for weeks, she's losing hope. That all changes when she hears a scream in the woods and comes across a terrified Sophia, lost and searching for her mom and group [Rick Grimes x Original Female Character ] some of the loveliest comments I've received: "I just binged this in one go and BOY I DO NOT REGRET IT. you've written something truly beautiful, I was captivated by it. Wholeheartedly." "You are killing me. (I absolutely love this, it's so worth it)" "life-changing chapter. ur a genius" "I've reread this at least 5 times since you posted 😭😭 pure magic. Seriously." "...i had to stop every sentence and scream into my pillow from the absolute TENSION that was building!!..." "ho-ly shit" "Stayed up until 4am to read this and I have zero regrets tbh because it's SO GOOD" "if i could inject this story into my veins, i would do it without hesitation. never read such writing that encapsulates everything i love about storytelling and writing. amazing amazing writing i look forward to seeing your take on the rest of the show! :)"

A marionette is a puppet worked by strings. You move only when the strings attached are moved. It's about time she cut those strings.

Ich hatte mich entschieden, nicht meinen Eltern zu folgen. Ich wollte sicher aber nicht faul leben und ich wollte meinen kleinen Bruder versorgen. Doch in dieser Welt läuft nie etwas, wie es geplant wurde und diese Welt will mir das Leben auch nicht zu leicht machen. ------------------- "Ich will dich versorgen, Rob und nicht sterben. Die Mauergarnision wird meine Wahl sein.", erklärte ich ihm und er musterte mich ungläubig. "Also willst du lieber faul sein, anstatt Mama und Papas Erbe anzutreten?", er schien leicht wütend. Ich seufzte. "Du bist ihr Erbe. Ich will nicht das du noch jemand an die Titanen verlierst.", ich legte ihm eine Hand auf die Schulter, doch er schlug sie weg. Es wäre ziemlich cool wenn die "Attack on Titan"-Rechte mir gehören würden, tun sie aber nicht, ganz im Gegensatz zu meinen Figuren in dieser Geschichte.

* SPOILER ALERT * And, then, I was falling. My breath catches in my throat, and the ground beneath my feet seizes to exist. I slipped off of the wooden planks, and the wind rushes through my body. Suddenly, all at once, my lungs fill with air, and a horrified, blood curdling scream falls past my lips. As if in slow motion, I see the moment my Spider-Man reaches out for me. Although the wind forces my body down at an intense speed, I thrust my hand to grasp his. He screams my name, and jumps from the wooden planks to catch me. But before he could grab my hand, he's grabbed and flown away with a deranged Norman Osborn. Now, I'm left to die... I close my eyes, preparing myself for my death, but it never comes. As my life began to flash through my eyes, a body collides against mine, making me lose my breath. A pair of strong arms wrap underneath the bottoms of my knees and my upper back. I hear a web zip through the air and attach itself to a nearby metal with a clang. I open my eyes wide, and see the world zooming past me. I scream, then bury my face in the crook of my savior's neck. I throw my arms around their neck, holding tight because my life is in their hands. I catch a glimpse of the familiar red and blue suit, thankful that my Spider-Man has come to my rescue. The falling comes to a halt, and the sinking in my stomach ends as quick as it began. My chest heaves up and down at a rapid pace. I can feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. I lift my head out of the crook of my Spider-Man's neck. I hear my savior breathing heavy, too, and a drop of moisture hits my cheek. I lift my eyes to face a saddened Peter Parker, who's observing me with a look of guilt, adoration, and longing. But my savior is not the Peter Parker from my universe.

When a strange spell sends you hurtling into an alternate universe, you realise your life was a lot better than you'd originally thought. The Spider-Man in this reality had his identity revealed to the world and if that wasn't hard enough he had to fight a ton of over-powered supervillains and menacing monsters from across the multiverse. The least that you could do was give him a hand. However, the more you fight alongside your new friends and get your grip on this new reality, the more you start to realise that there really was no way home.

Y/N was getting sick of the South Pole. Her cocky twin brother Sokka, her insufferable little sister Katara, the endless snow, ice, water, and chores. Yes, she loved the place, and her family, but ever since father left she had basically been looking after the whole village. Wake up, train with siblings, go fishing, cook, and go to bed. Every. Single. Day. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Disclaimers! None of the art is mine unless said otherwise. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or it's characters. Why is this labeled as mature? Some gruesome descriptions, and dark themes. All possibly triggering pieces have warnings to notify the readers beforehand.

⭐️ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ⭐️ ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ: #1 ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ (2017) #1 ɪɴ ᴋʏʟᴏ (2021) #1 IN KYLOREN (2015-2022) #13 ɪɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (2017) (𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕡.𝕧𝕚𝕚) started: december 20, 2015 finished: sometime early 2017 𝔻𝕀𝕊ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀𝕄𝔼ℝ: *𝕚 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕚 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕖* (𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕚 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣)

This story is not mine i just saw that it wasn't on wattpad and some people do not have access to the story so here you go. CREDITS GO TO Danaiacake.