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Christine Daae is accustomed to mediocrity in her career as a dancer in the chorus at the Opera Garnier. She is mostly unnoticed, lonely and in perpetual fear of being dismissed. More than that, her lingering grief over her father's death means that she is a but a hollow shell of her former self. She fears she is losing her mind when a mysterious voice reaches out to her from the dark. The voice offers her a wonderful opportunity; she only has to be brave enough to grasp it. How could she know that by doing so, she will set in motion a chain of events that would change her life forever and endanger the ones she loves?

English heiress Lady Christine Daae sails to the United States of America as a mail-order bride to one Erik Destlar. However, will she ever escape her dark past, or will it continue to haunt her new future? E/C. ___________________________________________________________ I do NOT claim the original work of Gaston Leroux "The Phantom of the Opera." I also do NOT condone things discussed, written, or otherwise made known through my work. My only wish is to make Leroux's book accessible to modern readers with a few plot twists here and there. I can only hope I have done his acclaimed work justice with my retelling.

Carlotta Giudicelli, named after her great great grandmother has the opportunity to play in the phantom of the opera with her local theater company. They even get the honor of performing it in the Paris opera house where the phantom himself still resides as an actual ghost. That is until he suddenly comes alive again.

What happened after the tragic death of Countess Christine Daaé. The ones she loved, what became of them. If shes gone, what did they do? Erik, Raoul, and Gustave. The men she knew and loved. Her angel of music, her beloved childhood sweetheart, and her sweet child. Every single one of them mourned the loss. What were they left with? Memories. UPDATES EVERY MONTH

Phantom of the Opera one shots/ imagines. I will be taking requests, no smut or anything like that!

Erik and Christine are visiting Paris from the successful amusement park they own in Coney Island with their 7 year old son, Gustave. They have also returned to celebrate their 7 year anniversary and commemorate Christine's father who passed away 15 years ago. Who do they meet on their way back to this past?

[COMPLETE] Sure, best friends Loretta and Sharlene always dreamed of escaping their hometown, but they found it coming much sooner than expected... in the form of Victorian Paris. The catch? They landed in the bodies of rival opera singers. As they balance free will and destiny, the Phantom prowls in every corner of the Paris opera. In this dark spiral of secrets, their biggest mistake was thinking they might outwit the mastermind who pulls the strings in this parallel universe. With everything at stake, will their friendship survive the twists of fate--and the soft, beckoning voice of the Phantom, which haunts the opera's very bones?

One-Shot. What if in the finale, Meg didn't accidentally shot Christine but the Phantom? Would his love for Christine still live on through her? Would their son still learn the truth? This is how I depict this ending

Orphaned at the age of fifteen and left in the care of her cruel stepmother, Charlotte Laurent has not led an easy life. After the death of her beloved father, Charlotte is soon brought to the Palais Garnier, of which her stepmother - Madame Isabella Giudicelli - is now the patroness. Rather than being trained in the arts as a ballerina or chorus girl, Charlotte is forced to work as her stepmother's servant and Carlotta Giudicelli's maid. Luckily, upon arriving at the Paris Opéra House, Charlotte is soon reunited with her childhood friend, the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny, and introduced to famed tenor, Erik Destler. She also finds the loving mother she never knew in Madame Monqiue Giry, as well as a friend and confidant in her daughter, Meg. Unfortunately, tragedy seems to follow Charlotte, and this time, it leaves the opera house in disarray. The Vicomte de Chagny seems determined to win her hand in marriage, and each time Charlotte politely declines his proposal, his temper only grows worse. Abused by those who claim to be her family, the atmosphere of the theatre in which Charlotte works and loves soon turns toxic, and she finds herself performing the most menial and grueling of tasks meant for men much stronger than she. Though the kindness of Madame Giry and her daughter ease Charlotte's pain, she only finds true solace upon returning to her dormitory... "No, what I love best," Lottie said, "is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head."

His mask at his side was twinkling in the candle light. His wig was a bit askew and the white hairs that lay underneath were showing a bit. I stood there for a few minutes admiring but also fearing him. Looking at this man would be kind of like looking at a normal innocent man that you see every day walking down the street. He gives you a smile and nods his head at you. He's the one at a store who holds the door open for the lady and asks her if she needs help with her bags. There is a problem with these kinds of people though, they may look simple and kind but there is almost always a nagging feeling telling you there's something wrong with him but you ignore it because he is so kind and gracious you can't possibly imagine them being anything but what you see before you. I warn you now, beware of this type of man or even woman for that matter, just because they look nice does not mean they are. Remember what people tell you, when you take medicine, the best kind is the one that taste the most gross and the one that's bad for you is the one that tastes the best. It's the same with people. Anyone who is too nice and sweet... is bad for you. Ever wonder what happens when you go in a coma? If it's just darkness or if it's dreams. If was dreams, what would your mind come up with?Your family who died not that long ago, the boy you always wanted to date and have loved since the day you saw him? Maybe it's your favorite movie or the place you most belong in. It might be the place where you are to learn who you truly are and who your real friends and family is. Whatever it is, it's not what Saphira had expected.

Melodies play softly inside my head at all times. When my father was around, he would always soothe me with it but now, I have to take over it. I cannot play very well but I own the music used. But voices have been telling me to do it. Voices I didn't even know I had. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CC: Bazooka_Quazy

Christine Daaé is a young girl who lives in a small French village with her father, Gustave. When Gustave finds himself lost in the woods, he seeks shelter in an abandoned castle and finds himself captured by a mysterious masked man. All his hope of seeing his daughter again is lost. That is, until Christine finds the castle and offers to make a sacrifice to save her beloved father. (Phantom of the Opera/Beauty and the Beast Crossover!)

~Fanfiction based on the 2004 movie 'The Phantom Of The Opera'~ [An OC insert Phanfic] Before the end of a meeting, my local town decided they wanted to put on a performance of the musical 'The Phantom Of The Opera'. Our Mayor, Mr. William Gilmore, goes by a certain motto: New season, new opportunities. He wanted to find a way to bring attract tourists. This time, he wanted us to put on a musical. My friends, Lizzy and Leo, agreed to take part. Leo is part of the lighting and soundcheck crew, and Lizzy works on costume design. I'm also taking part in the musical myself somewhat. It's my favourite musical, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be a part of it just like that. No, I'm not playing the part of Christine, nor am I an understudy. I'm just the girl who works backstage tuning and cleaning instruments for the orchestra. I'm also part of the cleaning crew with Lizzy and Leo after rehearsals are over with. However, when the three of us were in the middle of cleaning up after a rehearsal one day, Lizzy found a music box that looked exactly like the one in The Phantom Of The Opera film with a monkey sitting on top of a cushion. The next thing I knew, I was laying face down on the ground with a shadow of a figure towering over me. "Who are you, and how did you find my lair?" [ErikXOC, MegXOC, ChristineXRaoul, OCXOC] **Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, with the exception of my OC's, and of course, this Phanfic. This is literally a fanfic made for Phans of Phans - nothing more, nothing less**

(Crossposting from my quotev account. I made the cover.) What would it be like to have these characters as parents. modern au and canon time period.

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In every High school, you have different social cycles where each student belongs to. What would happen if 4 students from very different groups end up being a target by an unknown individual hiding in the shadows? Will each one try to save him or herself? Or, will they stick together and try to solve this mystery as a team, only to find out that they are connected by more than just mere coincidences and incidents. Own nothing but my OC

We all are lead to assume that before the events of the Phantom of the Opera, Christine was taught by the angel in the mirror. But that's not what happened. Well, not exactly. Before Hannibal, Christine Daae had always dreamed of being able to sing, but had never had the proper training to realize her dream- that is, until she came across an advertisement and soon became an apprentice to a mysterious tutor. Meanwhile, the Phantom wrought havoc upon the theatres of Paris, with a plan in mind.

A story involving the strange beloved tale of The Phantom of the Opera.AU of the Leroux novel, the musical, and some of my other favorite adaptations. Evangeline Bernard was there when the Chandelier fell when the diva was kidnapped and fled, when the Comte died, but the question is what exactly happened? *Musical Outbreaks may occur*

*Note: This book started off as a fanfiction for The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux, but need not be read as one. If you're reading this as a stand-alone and want to read the original, beware: there are spoilers. -- -- -- -- The night Erik died, there was a fire at the Paris Opera. Now, a month has passed and the building is under repair. The Opera Ghost is gone forever, just like the love of his life and her lover. Except... Not quite. "Little" Meg Giry, innocent and gossipy starts seeing a creature prowling the halls. His voice calls to her, and she can not help but answer. What starts off as an exploration ends up revealing secrets Meg yearns to set loose but can not. And the worst part? She has to keep another secret, one so devastating that she may never recover. After all, how can a dead man keep her heart safe?