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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ⋆ ˢ ᶜʰⁱˢʰⁱʸᵃ por tqlepatiia
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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ❝ i don't want him to die. i want him to live long enough to regret everything he took from me. and that, doctor, is my final verdict ❞ alice in borderland season 1 - season 3 ❪ fem oc x shuntaro chishiya ❫ started - 11.18.25 ended - n/a
Feign ✹ Sunato Banda. por naomiwriites
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Warning! Children left unattended will be sold to the circus. ㅤㅤAlice in Borderland. ㅤㅤSunato Banda / Fem!OC. ㅤㅤ© naomiwriites, 2025.
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - aib, chishiya por mazewriterrr
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For 𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀, all worlds contain dangerous elements- though she might even be safer in the Borderlands; the laws she broke don't apply here. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows about her actions all too well. He's not interested in redemption, yet something about her piques his curiosity. Perhaps the fact that her illegal activities affected him on a daily basis. Once they enter the Borderlands, they pretend not to know each other. But both of them are always keeping a sharp eye out. Waiting for the other to crack. Waiting, maybe, for the moment they lose a game. 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - a vision seen in sleep; a dream Chishiya x OC Alice In Borderland
The Cycle Continues: Alice in Borderland Novel por Joker_107
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⚠️ SPOILER WARNING ⚠️ This is a series based off of Alice in Borderland. If you have not finished the full series, and would not like to be spoiled, STOP READING RIGHT NOW. . . . . . . . . Arisu's cycle has ended, and a new collection of lost wanderers now inhabit the Borderlands. A new cycle, the one after Arisu's has begun, and the cycle of Borderlands continues once more. New characters, new citizens, and deadlier games than ever, will they have what it takes to make it out of such a deadly wasteland? PLEASE correct me on any grammar/logic errors, inconsistencies, or general improvements I can make to my prose. Always trying to improve :). ===Highest Rankings=== #1) Cards 6/2/23 #4) Psycho-Thriller 1/30/23 #39) Game 1/1/23 #39) Firststory 1/1/23 #7) Intelligence 12/27/22 #52) Psychological 1/4/23 #25) Aliceinborderland 10/2/22 #1) Deathgame 6/25/22 #8) Borderlands 10/3/22 ===Milestones=== 250 - 5/15/22 500 - 5/18/22 1,000 - 6/12/22 2,000 - 7/30/22 3,000 - 8/26/22 4,000 - 10/1/22 5,000 - 11/13/22 7,500 - 12/25/22 10,000 - 1/5/23 12,500 - 1/30/23 15,000 - 3/9/23 20,000 - 4/26/23 25,000 - 6/20/23 30,000 - 9/11/23
The Black Rose por JenniferBrian8
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If you're reading this, it probably means I've died, or gone completely mental and unceremoniously waged war against the shadows that created me. Whatever the reason, I hope you keep reading. I hope my words resonate as truth, that my story, no matter how insane it sounds, exposes the darkest corners of our world. I did all of these things, I killed all of those people, partly because I wanted to, and partly because I felt as if I had no choice. I am no saint. I know what my file says about me, that I'm a narcissistic, highly manipulative sociopath, a genius, incapable of love or empathy, incapable of following the rules, a villain, menace, a monster. While I wish I could say this was all false, it isn't. My name was Danielle Renee Watson. I was born on July 14th 1993 in the small southern town of Kinston, NC. I was raised by my parents Richard and Angela Watson. On May 23rd, 2015, I died in a fatal car crash, my body burned beyond recognition. On that same day, I became Rose Forrester, a genetically modified, highly elusive assassin, created by The Shadow operation. This is my story.
ᴜɴᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ - aib, r. ann por marxt0
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𝑀𝒾𝓎𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒦𝓊𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒶 ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀꜱ. ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰʏɪɴɢʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ɴᴏ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ. ᴍᴇᴀɴᴡʜɪʟᴇ, 𝑅𝒾𝓏𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒜𝓃𝓃, ᴀ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇɴꜱɪᴄ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ, ɪꜱ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ɢʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴꜰʟɪɴᴄʜɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ 𝒦𝓊𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒶 ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ, ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ. ᴀɴ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.
𝓓𝖔𝔩𝖑 ‎ᛝ ‎𝔖𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔬̄ ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔶𝔞. por kindasupernova
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𐔌 𝓤𝖘𝔢 𝖒𝔢, 𝓘 𝖍𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝖔𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝖆 𝓓𝖔𝔩𝔩 𝓗𝖊𝔞𝔯𝔱 𐦯 𝓨𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝓜𝐈𝐔𝐑𝐀's daily life focuses on taking lifes, living off every stolen breath. She more enjoys the view of a rotting, empty corpse than an alive, warm human. Assuming she's even capable of feeling. She finds it nothing else but an unefficient disgrace. Unefficient in terms of her 'work', where being an empty, perfect doll is actually an advantage. To the point that she doesn't see a place for herself anywhere other than as a doll-like savior from digression. 𝓑ut what if the curtain blocking her finally rises on its own, opening her eyes to see another porcelain filled with organs and blood? 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑Ō 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 focuses on saving lives, trying to find out if his own is worth saving. Ever since he started college and even as a surgical intern, he hasn't been able to find the answer to his question. He claims that he lives only to show others how empty a human can be. Findings emotions as a weakness, something suited only for pathetic humans-so not someone like him. 𝓑ut what if instead of a beating heart, he meets an empty, maybe non-existent one, just like his? 𝓞ne born to take lives, the other born to save them. A world in which there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging who is good and who is evil. An absolute rabbit hole, where anything can be an advantage, but also a deadly weakness. 𝓓espite theoretical differences, they see each other as their reflection. The same gaze, the same body language. The same emptiness. 𝓑oth unaware of the meaning of life. Both empty as porcelain dolls sitting on your shelf, covered in old dust. Both impossible to change unless someone finally takes an interest in them. 𝓑ut are even two identical, morbid souls eeven capable of tolerating each other? started: middle of May '25 I assume?