Historias de Durararara

Izaya's the most dangerous man in Ikebukuro he adpates orphan Rose she doesn't like to be push around she's quick and dangerous also she's changing Izaya also she made friends with all his enemies and maybe found love but she finds out to Izaya everyone's a pawn what is he planning she wonders she wants to discover the truth nothing will change for her but Ikebukro is changing all around on her adventure to uncover the secrets of Ikebukro and Izaya pulse her heart what will happen will she win or will she die

In which case you move to Ikebukuro and somehow accidentally cause the dreaded info broker and the strongest man in a bartenders suit fall for you - while you just try to survive the never ending stream of bad luck you got I don't own any of the characters or Durararara I don't own any songs or objects in this fic either This fic was originally written over a few years starting in June of 2015 and finally was finished in October of 2017 xD

You are a ghoul coming to ikebougro looking for a new place

"Fine then, you help us and I'll give you the very thing you've been looking for all this time." Victoria can't bring herself to look Izaya in the eyes. He giggles and claps his hands, "And what is it you think I'm looking for?" She rolls her eyes, "My file." ---------------------------------------------------------- I look at the yellow-tan folder in my hands. To think, all of this madness solved by one little thing... it's almost unbelievable. Too bad for him, though. I have a plan. I hand it over to him before I can think much about it, "Here you go. My file." He raises an eyebrow skeptically as he takes it, flipping it open and then closing it. "Why are you handing me a folder about Ikebukero?" I feel the tug on my lips, "You wanted my file. This is one of the files I own, so it's yours now since you wanted it so badly." He grins and sends shivers down my back, "You're a very interesting creature." Then his grin bursts into such maniacal laughter that I back up, "I think I'll have to work a little harder to uncover your mystery!" I watch him put the folder under his arm and pull out that little blade of his. He's laughing the entire time down the alley and as he turns the corner. What did I just get myself into?

So here's the thing, I've been having so many drafts open for Fanfiction and yet I can only get about one or two pages in. If there is one that is liked enough, I will see what I can do to make it an actual book to read. Many of them leave off on cliffhangers.... sorry.