Deadpan Stories

Cleopatra Livia Beckett. A 13 year old girl that life hated the most. The story about how her life goes upside down when she finds out about the death of her parent, then finds out they weren't actually her parents, and that she has SEVEN Freaking Brothers that she definitely wasn't aware of! How is Iife going to treat her now she's loving with her seven danger ridden Brothers. With lies and deceit at every corner, how long do you think it'll take before the facade drops!?

Marie wakes up in a bureaucratic afterlife run with all the efficiency and emotional warmth of a corporate office. Guided by an eccentric volunteer handler named Heather, she learns about the different areas of hell, purgatory, and heaven, along with the lives of the people around her. In short, this is a deadpan, contemporary retelling of The Divine Comedy. Except there's actual comedy. Probably. And almost nobody is spared here. Not even Marie.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦. Behind the perfect battles and impeccable Vogue looks, 𝙎𝙤𝙡 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 is a girl who quietly grieves the truth. After losing her parents in a car accident, fate threw her into the path of becoming a blader-a decision not by the heart, but by duty. Now, standing as the world's fastest blader and It girl, her mind's set on uncovering the truth behind the car crash. But fate is willing to realign the stars to test her... And Minyoung is willing to break herself to win. ━ ˚ ౨ৎ .𖥔 ━ IT GIRL || A Beyblade Burst OC story starring Sol Minyoung. This takes place at the start of evolution. Previously named "Let The Fire Burn" and "Angel In Briar", this fanfic has at least 2000-3000 words per chapter (that's just an estimated average). English is not my first language. All respect due to Hiro Morita <3

In a world where cultivation decides fate, Mu Chen was never meant to follow the rules. Born as an anomaly the heavens failed to notice, he rewrites reality without effort. Divine treasures become snacks, geniuses fall with a slap, and the world's laws simply stop applying. Yet none of it matters to him. He wants only good food, quiet days, and to be left alone. As he steps into the wider world of ancient sects and forgotten wars, misunderstandings spread. To some, a hidden master. To others, a walking calamity. Mu Chen continues forward, effortlessly breaking everything that dares to make sense. After all, if reality becomes inconvenient, why not simply ignore it? [Start reading...]

Growing up in the shadow of a hero, Violet Anderson has never known what it means to be ordinary. As the daughter of the late LAPD Commander Zoe Anderson-whose tragic death in the line of duty sent shockwaves through the entire department-Violet has carried both the weight of her mother's legacy and the quiet ache of her absence. Smart, determined, and fiercely independent, Violet has always had a sharp instinct for justice and a heart that refuses to stay silent. But behind her strong exterior is a girl still searching for where she belongs-a girl haunted by the echoes of a life that ended too soon. Everything changes when the person who should have protected her most-her own father-becomes the one she fears. As the abuse at home escalates, Violet finds herself slipping further into isolation, the walls closing in. She's too afraid to speak up, too proud to ask for help. Until one desperate afternoon leads her back to the old LAPD station where her mother once worked. What starts as a quiet visit turns into something far more life-altering. In the worn halls of the precinct, Violet uncovers pieces of her mother's past she never knew existed-files, recordings, secrets long buried. And someone there remembers Zoe Anderson. Someone who sees the fire in Violet's eyes, the strength that mirrors her mother's. For the first time, she isn't invisible. Now, Violet is faced with a choice: keep surviving in silence, or step into the light and fight-for truth, for justice, and for herself. Because legacy isn't just about who you come from. It's about who you choose to become.

"You've been gone for three years and now you want to just come back as if nothing happened?" Elijah speaks lowly, standing up, fist balled up tightly at his sides. As he continues though, his voice grows louder. "Well, we don't need you!" "Eli I-" Kaz silently moves behind me, placing a comforting hand on my lower back. "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He screams, slamming his fist against the table making Kamari jump. "Don't fucking call me that!" Stunned into silence, I stare at him, my arms hanging limply at my sides. He looks me dead in my eyes for what's very possibly the first time since I've been here. "I wish it was you who died, it should have been you," He says, breathlessly, his voice breaking near the end, and then he rushes up the stairs. ------- 21 year old Xaria Bell left home for good after her father was killed in a car accident involving a drunk driver. Now she returns to her hometown after the tragic death of her mother. Despite having zero contact with them during the time she had been gone, she ends up with the custody of her younger siblings. Xaria is stretched thin trying to raise four grieving siblings, keeing a suddenly clingy boyfriend happy, organizing a charity event her mother had started, and dealing her own whirlwind of emotions. She isn't sure that she will be able to make it out of this alive; or atleast with her full sanity.

Marcella Martin was always a perfect girl. Her parents wanted their daughter to be one of those sweet dumb girls who acted like they were princesses and did whatever they wanted, having rich mum and dad to clear the mess they usually left in their wake. And Marcella had been more than ready to take the chance she'd had and become one of them ― of course not as stupid as they were, she'd always been a clever girl ― but she was more than ready to take all the wealth she was offered. But whenever life gives on the one side, it usually takes on the two others. And Marcella Martin learnt it the harder way. Many times. All Rights Reserved.

A girl with a supposedly perfect family, now lives with her younger sister in foster care. At 16, her best friend takes her to meet Scarlett Johansson, not that Maisie really cares much for her. But upon being the one having to ask Scarlett for her signature, and the only thing she has to sign is adoption papers... TW - talks of death, possible neglect or self harm

When half the world wants you dead and the other half refuses your existence, simply sell feet pics and kick ass! Or Follow Izuku Midoriya or Green Rabbit the famous vigilante as he sells feet pics, kicks ass, and tries to be a hero even if the laws are against him. Will he succeed? Trigger warning for: Heavy angst, death, suicide attempts, orphans, vigilance, physical abuse, mental abuse, violence, fighting, swearing, bad write, underaged illegal selling of feet pics Please don't repost to other sites. Hi! This is my first fanfiction and it's probably awful. There will most likely be spelling and grammar mistakes so please tell me if you spot any! If there's any warnings I didn't mention and you think I should add then tell me that as well. But anyways I hope you enjoy!

I guess I'm pretty - "for a black girl." And I do come off as young and naive. But my face will be the last one you see before your untimely death. And for that, I'm sorry, but it's all in my job description. The dead eyes haunt me almost as much as the guilt. Speaking of, I've got a strange case: find and eliminate a cartel that distributes a deadly hallucinogen in Miami, the birth of my sob story and the place where I met...him. And he's back; he's so sweet as if he's too good to be true. But can I afford this distraction if he knew the real me? . I'm not going to lie - I'm not a people person. Yeah, I have a small company, and I put myself out there socially, but really, I tend to do things on my own. I don't need others' help or company to survive. But I don't know why, when it comes to her, I never want to leave her side. Is it her sad eyes that see through me, her soft smile with lips that call me out on almost everything she thought about me? Or is it her dark cloud that I recognize all too well from her life history? I may have done some things that have soured her view of me, but this new opportunity may give me the chance to see why I can't help how I feel.

Letters to the guy I called dad

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