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Catherine died believing her restless heart would finally find peace. But in this retelling of Wuthering Heights, death was just the beginning. Tethered to the desolate moors as a tormented spirit, she watches as Heathcliff-her soulmate, her tormentor-returns. But he is no longer the man she knew. He's a creature of shadows, an echo of a bargain made with something ancient and dark, trading his humanity for a twisted, eternal vengeance. Now, as Heathcliff rebuilds Wuthering Heights into a fortress of sorrow and manipulates the living with his chilling new power, Catherine's ghost is powerless to intervene. Until a new soul arrives at Thrushcross Grange - a young, observant governess named Eliza who can see the lingering spirits. As Eliza navigates the treacherous Linton household and the chilling presence of the transformed Heathcliff, Catherine realizes Eliza might be her only hope to break the "Moorbane Pact." Can a living woman and a tortured ghost stop an immortal monster, or are some loves truly cursed beyond the grave? "You were always a ghost to me, Heathcliff. Now, I am a ghost to myself."

The son of brahmin barons, Bertie Wooster, finds himself at odds with his Aunt Agatha as she sets him up on a date with a woman whom she has only just recently met. Bertie also finds himself at odds when his Mr. Handy valet, Jeeves, finds his brand new suit distasteful in the setting of Goodneighbor.

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henry jekyll's formula has unintended consequences.

Lord of the Flies, girl-on-the-island fanfiction. Probably rated Teen. Original character belongs to me, but nothing else. Dezibelle Xeng is my OC, based off of one of my friends from Hoboken. (She begged to be part of this story in return for helping me with the American bits.) This is a modern AU, based off of the book, the '63 movie and a little of the '90s movie (for Simon's character only). The rest belongs to William Golding. Note: Ralph and Jack are both 17, Dezi is 14, Simon is 15, and Roger is 16.

With the help of my book reviews, take a voyage through the intricate web of Russian literature. I go deeply into the pages of these masterpieces, exploring themes of love, loss, revolution, and redemption, from the timeless classics of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky to the other well-known jewels of modern Russian authors.

A little story about Hamlet and Horatio falling in love like they should've. I don't exactly know when in the story this would take place but it doesn't really matter, this story is just in good fun! :) This is my first fanfiction after being away from it for about 5(?) years, so constructive criticism/suggestions are greatly appreciated, just please be kind!

The ending rewritten, but you know, gay.

On his deathbed, Heathcliff watches his life flash before his eyes in a series of tumultuous visions. He has fulfilled his life's greatest ambition... but is it truly worth all the sins he committed to bring it about? . CW for mild swearing, violence, and brief references to racism and sexual assault. . Disclaimer: this is a fanfiction based off of Wuthering Heights and I obviously do not own the rights to it. That being said, the book is public domain and I therefore have no need to worry about copyright-related stuff (° ͜ʖ °)

He's been asleep for a decade. He hasn't aged a day. He is the city's most beautiful secret. Inside the glass "coffin" of the Somnigraph, Heath is a storm trapped in amber. As a bio-galvanic battery, he is the only thing keeping London's new electric grid from flickering out. To the world, he is a miracle of science; to Kit Moore, he is the ghost of a past she tried to bury. When the Institute demands a "correction" that will leave Heath a hollow shell, Kit realizes her science has become a poisoned apple. The glass is thick, the voltage is rising, and it's time for the "prince" of the moors to finally wake up-and burn the palace down. A dark Steampunk retelling where the haunting obsession of Brontë meets the unhallowed science of Shelley. The moors have been traded for the hum of the electric wire, and the ghost has become the machine.

After a fatal accident in 2026, I didn't find a white light. Instead, I found a corset, a drafty mansion, and the face of Margot Robbie staring back at me from a Victorian mirror. I've been reincarnated as Isabella Linton-the tragic "sacrificial lamb" of literature's most toxic romance. In the original story, Isabella is a pawn. She's the girl who falls for the brooding, vengeful Heathcliff (who looks suspiciously like Jacob Elordi) and pays for it with her life. But I'm not the Isabella the world remembers. I know the plot, I know the secrets, and I know exactly how many red flags Heathcliff is hiding behind that smoldering gaze. Trapped in the 18th century with no Wi-Fi and even fewer rights, I have one goal: survive. But as the atmospheric moors close in and the obsession between Catherine and Heathcliff begins to burn the world down, I realize that changing the ending might be more dangerous than following the script. Can one girl from the future break a century-old cycle of revenge? Or are some tragedies written in blood? "I didn't come here to be a ghost, Heathcliff. I came here to be the one who finally walks away."

Explore a Wuthering Heights what-if as Catherine and Heathcliff embark on a life together. Wuthering Heights Reimagined Writing Contest "His heart is vicious, but mine thinks torment is delicious." -Catherine Earnshaw

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