Boyle Stories

Pierce Boyle has gotten a chance by his boss to shoot some picture for the company's magazine. Pierce goes to London and meets the model that will be on the cover of the new magazine, he did not expect to be working and capturing the one and only most famous and biggest model ever. She goes by the name 'DORA' and that's what everyone only knows about her. She smiles in the picture but behind those smiles are lies to everyone's eyes......except Pierce. She has a secret. She's afraid. Some else has a secret; she doesn't know.

As the title says, this is a Brooklyn Nine Nine story, but Doug and Jake have swapped places. Some of the characters may be a bit OOC, but this is an AU. The first Chapter will have information about this AU. And some Chapters/episodes may be way different. There will not be an uploaded schedule. Disclaimer : I do not own Brooklyn Nine Nine, I dont own anything apart from the AU idea, all characters belong to the creators of B99 unless I say otherwise.

This poem is called The Cry of the Dreamer. It is not made by me. John Boyle O'Reilly created it. I put it here because it is such a beautiful piece of art.

Amy longs for Jake, and Jake longs for Amy- but how will their relationship work? And will it survive?

RCMP officer, Jacob Striker, is being sent to Brooklyn for a training exercise with a US police force and a possible officer exchange program, more specifically the 99th precinct. Going there he finds new friends that become family, and the love of his life. Join officer Striker on this journey of his as he experiences these things.

The cast of Brooklyn Nine-Nine made group chats, and they text each other! See what happens with our favourite detectives when they chat! Vote and follow for more B99 stories!

i actually just wanna put this out there i might actually make it a book if i find a plot for it! if i do make it a book it'll start from when Arthur ran into Shinra when he got to the 8th! Also my discord is; nick told me to change it so#6538

Maisy is newly 16. Her life is changed forever when Aria, her best friend, go on a once in a lifetime trip. I was only coincidence for Maisy and Aria to be there at the same time as them.

Have you ever wondered what it is like to be the one and only, Susan Boyle? Well wonder no more! This emotional and thrilling story is packed with details and events from Susan Boyle's life, and you never know... Maybe you will fall madly in love with her... Note: This is all made up.

(𝐧.) 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 ꕤ 𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. rosa diaz x femoc short

what happens when the pope flies into ur church on his golf cart when u prayin what happens when susan boyle runs into 50 shades of grey and starts singing read to find out (an extremely odd conversation between a friend and I somehow resulted in me writing a fanfiction. and for some reason, i decided to post it online. enjoy!) #48 in Boyle #76 in Susan #189 in Pope #150 in OT3 #335 in Threesome (This should be used in high schools to warn against the risks of underage drinking. You may write a barely-legible three-way fan-fiction involving The Pope and Susan Boyle at 16.)

Suggestions Welcome! (Unedited) Takeru 'Juggernaut' Noto X Reader I wiggled around, moving to breathe. I gasped as I wiggled out of the larger person's arms. I glanced at the face under the large hat that was inches from my face. His arm cradled me to his chest. I grabbed his jacket as he dodged and moved. "Hold still," He didn't even look towards me, "I'll protect you." The air around us vibrated and became warm. I watched as large shells that looked like military-grade weaponry appeared beside us, aimed at the Infernal, who screamed about his daughter. In a loud snap, the large shell launched, whizzing in the air. Two hits landed, shaking the ground and us with it. This time before he could attack again the infernal rushed into action. Its claws aimed to claw me out of this man's arms. The attack landed and the cloth was shredded away. "You're arm!" I gasped. The man jumped back another step, while still holding onto me in the crook of his elbow. "Let go of me! You'll get hurt trying to hold on to me!" I exclaimed, "I can run so that you don't get hurt!" The man said nothing to me and i noticed he briefly glanced at me before turning back to look at the Infernal. "The prayer," I heard from behind us, I caught a small recite of Látom. I turned my gaze back to Infernal. It swayed as it cried out. The man holding me raised his other arm and in another whizzing sound, a fireball appeared at his fingertip. It rounded out into another shell before he quickly flicked the burning shell away from us. I watched as it flew and hit the Infernal chest on and dissolved it into ash that blew quickly into the wind. "Látom," was breathed from the man as he turned us away from the ash and towards the large matchbox parked just in the of the park, "A-are you hurt?" It took a second for me to realize he was talking to me, "Oh, Umm, Yes I'm fine,"

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