Biba Stories

"How could I've fallen for the likes of you...you out of all people..." Disclaimer: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress (甲鉄城のカバネリ; Kōtetsujō no Kabaneri) is copyright material belonging to Wit Studio No copyright infringement is intended or implied; This is sheer imagination. --Enjoy, VOTE, Share, and Comment on what you hope to see next! ALSO: I will be changing the rating of this story to Mature because I will be creating a lemon for the next part within the following week :P.

Do your thoughts affect other people? What if those people end up dead? The unthinkable is happening. People are dying inexplicably. Just one man appears responsible. He is either a deranged monster, or a tortured soul; consumed by revenge, and unknowingly manipulated by an adolescent infatuation. A reluctant cop sets out to find the truth; he risks it all and loses everything. And what’s the deal with the fluffy rabbit? A spine-tingling, emotional rollercoaster with a sumptuous dusting of romantic intrigue.

London 1970s. Juliette 'Lettie' Evans is an aspiring fashion designer with big dreams of working at Biba department store. During a night out with her friend, Lettie crosses paths with a certain guitarist who loves the stars and has a fascination with the universe. They keep bumping into each other and soon form a connection and pretty soon they take each other's breath away... A Smile-era/early Queen-era story. (BrianxOC)

❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴇɢɪᴏɴ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ❞ Nearly ten years have passed since the Kabane arrived from nowhere, plaguing the modern world with fear. Following the fall of Aragane, Yashiro and Hayatani stations, along with Unato and even the Shogun's stronghold Kongoukaku, humanity had no choice but to live without a place to settle. No place to even sleep. The Hayajiro, or locomotives, were the pieces of metal separating human flesh from the Kabane's onslaught. It was the only defence that seemed to endure, and hope was starting to fade. Till ʟᴇɢɪᴏɴ appeared, and promised to create a new world from the rusted ashes that remained.

Aryan Singhania x Neha Sharma "If this is a sin, then let me burn in the fire of her touch." The first time I saw her, I was lost. I didn't know who she was, but the moment our eyes met, I couldn't look away. There was something about her-something that consumed me, something that made every inch of my body crave her. I didn't understand it then, but now, every thought, every breath, is her. I'm falling for her in a way I never thought possible, and no matter how much I try to resist, I know I'll never let her go.

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