Consent Stories

Eliot is twenty-two, and he is an Absorbent-a rare individual capable of drawing in ambient magic, shielding others from deadly anomalies. Quiet Backwater is supposed to be his dream assignment. Viktor, the station's medic-technician, knows better. As the isolated outpost slowly reveals what this work truly costs, optimism collides with experience, hope with resignation, and two lonely men find themselves becoming each other's anchor.

Mixed signals. Late-night texts. "We're just friends." "I don't know what we are." If any of those sound familiar... welcome. This isn't a guide on how to make someone fall in love with you. It's a guide on how not to lose yourself while trying. Inside you'll find reflections, advice, common mistakes, red flags, boundaries, communication tips, and all the things I wish someone had told me earlier. I'm not a therapist. I'm not a relationship expert. I'm just another teenager who has seen people get hurt-sometimes including myself-and decided that maybe someone else could benefit from those experiences. So, if you're confused, overthinking every text message, or simply trying to figure out where the line between affection and emotional confusion is... I hope this book helps. One chapter at a time.

She got him back. That was supposed to be the hard part. Lucanis Dellamorte is alive. He's also carrying a demon who is learning what warm means, counting a woman's footsteps, and has opinions about kissing. The gods are loose. The blight is in the water. And the woman who spent a year saying "probably dead" is learning that care and control use the same muscles. Seven people. A griffon. A skeleton. Not enough. What they had. When the Veilguard is called to Weisshaupt, every member of the team will face the cost of surviving: Davrin prepares for a death that doesn't come. Neve hardens against the person who chose another city. Harding discovers powers no dwarf should have. And Mia discovers that the most dangerous voice in the Fade is the one telling her the truth. Book Two of The Alchemy. Sequel to Waiting on a Crow. Updates Wednesdays and Saturdays. 31 chapters. 58,500 words.

When Darcy Hart's home is damaged by a flood, she is forced to accept shelter at Acardi Manor, a house full of locked rooms, old music, careful rules, and grief no one has properly named. At the centre of the manor is Ansel Acardi, dangerous, guarded, and precise about every boundary he refuses to cross. His younger brother Cassian hides pain behind jokes, their housekeeper Margaret sees everything, and the North Gallery holds a secret their dead mother left behind. As Darcy begins sorting through the ruined pieces of her own life, Ansel is forced to face a sealed letter, a forgotten music room, and a bundle of pages tied in blue. Each discovery brings them closer, but in Acardi Manor, closeness must be asked for, permission is never assumed, and every open door has to open from the inside. A gothic slow-burn romance about grief, consent, family secrets, music, and the difference between being saved and being free.

A collection of poetry all written by me. Some of them are about my own experiences in life, while others are inspired by the world around me. It's about a variety of things all from gender-inequality, feminism, abuse, death, assault, mental health, religion to love, compassion and understanding.

These are hunter hunter one shots. The original authors are Tokoda and Tanneya OtakuTrash on quotev. Tokoda gave me permission to publish these. The cover isn't mine and neither is hunter x hunter.

𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 - 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 (COMPLETE) - 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦-𝘓𝘶𝘹𝘦 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘐𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘷'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘦𝘰'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘓𝘦𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬.

What if someone saw you suffering and came up to you, offered you a solution? He could return you to the prime of your life, but there's a catch: You don't know when that is. Neither does he. Only the Prime Touch does. Do you accept? Midas doesn't care for much. Not fame or fortune. He has the Prime Touch and finds that he can't really control it beyond activation. But it can do good. Or bad. You could revert to last week. Or when you were 10. Or even when you were a toddler. That's why it's your choice. Always, choice. Naturally, some want that for their own reasons. And some? Some think it's divine.

Research says that one of the fastest ways of being granted a divorce in India is through mutual consent as other options linger on for too long.

She was mine before the world even knew her name. Before the silence. Before the betrayal. Before life decided to rip her out of my arms like some sick joke. Shahana Keister-my little wildflower with fire in her eyes and a laugh that once made this cold-blooded world feel warm. She was my forever. My fucking always. And then her father burned every bridge my father ever built. Took her away like she was a mistake I wasn't allowed to make twice. No goodbye. No promise kept. Just silence. Years passed. I built empires. Ruled cities. Crushed men who even thought of betraying me. But none of it ever filled the space she left behind. Then I saw her again. Dull eyes. Quiet lips. Wearing someone else's damn ring. And still-still-she looked like mine. That bastard fiancé of hers? A pathetic excuse for a man. Hurt her. Broke her. Good. Now she knows. No one protects her like I do. No one owns her like I do. So I bought the company she applied to. My company now. I watched her walk in like a storm pretending to be soft rain. Nervous. Beautiful. Oblivious to the trap she'd just walked back into. She thinks this is a job. An accident. Fate? No, kitten. This is war. My war. And you're never walking away again. You're back in my world, Shahana. And this time-I'm not asking.

I dont have the n word pass

Raw emotion expressed through poetry.

I'm sorry to anyone in this book if you know me. --------------------------------------- I only know people in this book from school so a lot of the settings are in school.

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A terrifying profession in which the only way to get his payment is to kill the target (with consent from the target of course). When a certain job seems like any other, he soon discovers feelings blossoming.

At least once a month, the kunoichi from their year group would try to get together to relax and catch up. --- [Fem] Hatake Kakashi x Uchiha Obito

Ever wanted a fanfic of the one and only Tuttle Butter? Well, here it is.