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Paused 》》》 Y/n, a trainee under Be:lift is chosen to join a survival show called I-Land. Along with her friends she is to stay in a remote location for 3 months. Will she be able to persevere in the harsh reality of the survival show? Will she be able to debut with her fellow team mates? . . . . [this is a story based on the reality show I-Land by MNET so I will be referring to the episodes quite a lot (⁠^⁠^⁠)]

Hi! Matto here. Have you ever heard of being half-blood? I like to call it a "DNA mashup." Me neither. But here I am. I found out the hard way. And honestly, life hasn't been the same since. To some of you, it might sound cool. But believe me, it isn't. Follow me on a journey that took me to [places I never imagined]. *NOTICE* This is a fanfiction and inspired story of Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson

Sam nd Zeno against the WAR!!

Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.

To the boy I fell in Love with 16, dated at 18, and broke up with. My first Love and the one that I'll never forget. A letter to the man I wanted to marry, and screwed it all up.

Can she escape from him?

This story is about different representatives who compete to become the Supreme Soul. Prisca has always had the dream to become the Supreme Soul. Will she win or not? Find out in this story and follow for more. Thank you for your attention

In the London elite not everything is like it seems. Two best friends are going to travel to London where they are going to live what it may seem like a love story but every story has always two sides...and so does London. (Prince Harry Fan Fiction)

Fourth Wing satire story- Oren (short for something she'd rather not tell you) Sorrengail tries to survive Basgiath College while attracting as little attention as possible, which proves quite difficult due to nepotism. And on top of that, there is a strange third year who has an unreasonable amount of interest in her... Please excuse any inaccuracies to in the world building, it's very funny, please read :) ----- "I'd watch yourself, Sorrengail. There are things going on you have no idea about, and I will not hesitate to eliminate you if I must. I am your Wing Leader, and you will obey every order I give you." His lips brush the shell of my ear and I repress a shiver. Gross. I crane my neck away from him, looking up at his face. "Um, okay?" Are all these theatrics really necessary? "You'd better, or else..." he trails off, giving me a look. I don't know what kind of look it is, but maybe it's supposed to be menacing. "If you can get me expelled, please by all means, knock yourself out trying. Maybe if you get creative enough the school really will let me leave." If I can get Riorson as my Wing Leader to report as many rule violations as possible, even Mom will have to submit to the pressure of the other academic staff and release me. Riorson raises an eyebrow. Again. "Play by the rules, Sorrengail. You'll be sorry if you don't." "Whatever you say", I answer, half distracted because I see Rhiannon by the counter, waving her mug in some rider's face. "Gotta go. Enjoy your ale. Although you look so stiff I bet that not even an entire barrel could loosen you up." "I'm not-" Riorson begins to protest, but I don't care to hear his answer, because it looks like Rhiannon just managed to get herself two mugs of ale without needing to exchange any coin for it.

You are a royal princess, named "Princes Violet" (suggested for girls), you are the princess of Vandoria. You have just turned 18 and your mother, "Queen Victoria", has set up an arranged marriage for you. 3 men (your age) will come to your royal palace. They will introduce themselves to you, along with their clans, and ability's. You don't want this to happen, your mother wants you to be just like her, a queen. You were a rebel, you did what you wanted most of the time. You and Your mother have 3 weeks to prepare you to takeover and get married. But she doesn't know, you love someone else. Beyond the palace walls..

jj is a hottie <33

A famous 22 year old singer, Syria, has a bodyguard that was hired by her parents to keep her safe from harm, but the singer starts to look at the bodyguard in a different way.

A collection of poems picked by me. Some I have created myself, others I have found. I give all credit to those that created their poems, if I can figure out who wrote them.

Elena Falls is 17 years old she goes to stonewall high school every this is just peachy until a new guy comes will Elena fall in love with him (no pun intended)

I am 10 years old and i killed someone but the police asked me and i said no and i lied to the police about killing someone so let me tell you the story so she was agravating me so i stabed her and then the police arived and i told them i went to the store and then she was dead out of nowear when i got home and idk wear the killer is so you should go look for that killer right now so are you guys with me (police) yes we are son thank you for those words son and you tell us if you find the killer alright (me) ok I will let you know police (police) ok bye (me) bye. Ok i will let you know and i have something to tell you ........ Ok sorry guys i had to end it there but i will still write the other chapter ok bye. Alex

Maisie just left home to be with her best friend in Atlanta for a fresh start after college when the world decides to turn upside down. How will she manage her friendships/courtships while also managing to stay alive? Or can she not do both?

This book is a about a girl who gets instant fame over mistaken identity, and she thinks of it as an amazing oppurtunity to stop people looking down on her. Obviously this means that the Media Star who deserves the fame, is extremely complexed.

Skylar Leighton moves into a new bigger house 30,000 square feet , as she turns 18 years old she moves out of her parents home and looks for something brighter in her future , as she discovers a scary secret within

Hey guys ^~^ . I'm new to this . uugh >.<