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꒰꒰𝙄𝙣𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚!𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙂𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧꒱꒱ ❝𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍, 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐀̷̧͓͚͕̞͌̐̃͗̎̚͠𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 ❞ ⧽ 𝘌𝘹𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯-𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. - - - - - - - - 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸 #1 unrevealed - 6/15/25 #4 notorious 6/19/25 #3 Bad Bitch 6/25/25 #1 Notorious 8/25/25 #8 Yanderexreader 7/16/25 #9 Yanderexreader 8/20/25 #5 strongLanguage 8/25/25 #1 notorious 9/12/25

Y/n is a ghost and has been trapped in that same apartment for ages. She meets Ashton after he becomes the new tenant, but she doesn't like him at first: he's messy, loud and has a few habits that make her feel concerned about her home's safety and well-being... Mostly. She'll try to make him adhere to her rules, making herself known in more ways that she probably should, quickly finding herself falling in love with him. Little does he know, her contract with Death is going to come for him.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 When he was six, Tensuke Yaku saw something in the hallway mirror. It wasn't a ghost. It didn't talk. It didn't blink. It just stared. Since then, he'd seen things no one else can-monsters that hang off streetlights like rotten decorations, or curl under school desks like melted mannequins. Some twists like film reels that won't stop spinning. Some crawl on walls with too many limbs and faces that flicker in and out of focus. Most people walk past them like nothing is there. Well, except for the fact that there is nothing there at all for them. He stopped asking when the answers stayed the same. So he avoids them. He keeps his head down. He doesn't want to know or imagine what kind of monster might be following them. Then one night, something changes. A monster lunges for him in the alley near his house. And it doesn't just twitch or hum or hover-it moves. It attacks. Before it can reach him, a white light cuts through the air. The creature explodes in a mess of static and smoke. Standing in the middle of it is a boy with a glowing staff, his arms and body covered in bruises and monster sludge. "You..." the boy says, staring right at him. "You saw that?" And for the first time in his life, one of those things sees him back. ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

Ethan Lowes is man born for war, lived for violence and is also a man ladies hate; a playboy that doesn't want to get married as he see it as unnecessary and dangerous because of his life as a soldier. However his almost perfect life gets disturbed when he woke up in a frail body of Amethyst Von Versailles, a duke's daughter in a world of magic and magical creatures. He then discovered that he is soon to be wed to the crown prince Gregory Michaelis Walter a man who all the noble ladies want, a soldier but have a nasty personality. Can a ruthless soldier survive court politics, magic, and an arranged marriage-while trapped in the body of a duke's daughter?

Love didn't arrive gently. It came like a mistake-uninvited, reckless, and unforgiving. He walked into college believing feelings were a weakness, something people with soft hearts relied on. Love, to him, was a liability. A distraction. A lie people told themselves to survive loneliness. He didn't want it. He didn't need it. And he swore he would never fall into it. But campuses have their own cruelty. Between lecture halls and late-night chai, between half-slept mornings and silent hostel corridors, she happened. Not like a promise-but like a wound he refused to treat. Between classrooms that smelled of chalk and corridors that remembered our echoes, she learned how affection can feel like trespassing. How holding on can look like begging. How being chosen halfway hurts more than not being chosen at all. This is not a story of romance. It is the anatomy of almosts, of unsent messages, of hands that reached but never stayed. He didn't break her heart. He taught it fear. And she stayed long enough to become something she promised herself she would never be- someone who loved a boy who was terrified of love. ~♡~ Tropes - • College romance • Enemies to Lover • Heartbreak • Possessive ML • Slowburn

Kisah Rose yang bertemu dengan cinta pertamanya..

Have you ever told your crush about your feelings? Lahat naman siguro tayo nagkaroon ng crush, at karamihan ay hindi umaamin dahil takot ma-reject. Pero iba si Lily, since elementary ay sanay siyang umamin at palagi din siyang nare-reject. Nag-patuloy iyon hanggang sa high school. Pag-tungtong niyang kolehiyo ay may isang lalaki na handa siyang ligawan, isang lalaki na matagal nang may gusto sa kaniya. "Risk is better than regrets" -Lily Rose Villamier. © All rights reserved.

"Falling for the most ruthless mafia in the city? It isn't like those Wattpad romances you scroll through at midnight. Before you even wake from that sweet delusion, your life will be shattered, destroyed, undone." ACP Tara Ahuja has spent her career chasing a truth buried with her parents. Names, files, silences. Justice, if it still exists. Abhiraj Chowdhury lives inside that chaos. He runs a city without asking for permission, bound by rules he inherited. He believes in control. In loyalty measured by silence. In violence executed like habit, not rage. Three shots. Always three. Enough to end a life without wasting time. Their connection is forbidden, a mistake she can't undo. Truth surfaces in fragments. Loyalties fracture quietly. And attraction arrives where it should not, between interrogations, gunmetal silences, and conversations that feel too honest to be safe. Loving him could cost Tara her badge, her past, and her dead parents' memory. Loving her could cost Abhiraj his empire, his men, and the one rule he swore never to break. This is not a story about redemption. It is about what people choose to protect when everything begins to rot.

Three brothers. Three marriages. And a house where love is a liability. Rishabh Oberoi is power in its most brutal form-cold, ruthless, and feared beyond the boundaries of the law. He rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an iron will. Emotions are weaknesses he refuses to entertain-except when it comes to his children. His wife, however, earns nothing but his hatred. There is a reason behind his cruelty, a past twisted by lies he refuses to question. Ishika Mehra Oberoi, twenty-four, fragile and heartbreakingly silent, survives in a marriage built on resentment. She smiles to hide her pain, obeys to protect herself, and carries wounds no one sees. Her silence is mistaken for guilt, her softness for weakness. But endurance has a limit-and when hers breaks, the damage will be irreversible. If Rishabh is fire, Veer Oberoi is ice. Calculated, controlled, and emotionally distant, he runs empires without ever raising his voice. Married by force, he keeps his wife at arm's length, believing detachment is safety. Advika Sharma Oberoi, a doctor with a sharp mind and a fearless tongue, refuses to fade into the background. Forced into marriage yet choosing love, she challenges Veer's silence, determined to reach the man hiding behind it-even if it costs her heart. Then there is Yuvaan Oberoi-reckless, charming, and dangerously unpredictable. A biker boy by day, a secret assassin by night, he hides darkness behind laughter and chaos. And Ipshita Bansal, a psychologist who sees through masks too easily. Savage, observant, and unafraid of truth, she notices the cracks Yuvaan works so hard to hide. Their collision is volatile-two sharp minds circling secrets that could destroy them both. Three couples. Three different kinds of darkness. A marriage built on hatred. A love trapped in silence. And a connection forged in danger. In the Oberoi world, love is not gentle-it is a storm. enter at your own risk. story contains gore abuse,both mental and physical abuse.

One fatal night left Lexie Winchester fighting with her last breath for survival. With someone on her side, she was provided a chance of redemption. Now men fall as she moves in order of passion. One night and the devil's deed left her with police suspecting her as a prime suspect in murder. 24 hours left before they drop the bail act, she has to gather as much information before the charges are taken into action shes stuck in chapters of her life she never thought she would experience again. Can she fight off them demons and protect her innocence, or will she go down with the guilt that a mans blood resting on her hands.

දෙහදක ගැටෙන පෙම්බර ආල ගැටුම !

"𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧..." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 "𝓒𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓪, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 "𝐃𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞." ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐧'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 "𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

This story is about a boy named Isak and a girl named Sonya who fell madly in love with the boy. Fortunately, I'm not Sonya.

It was just a joke. I wanted to give her one last 'fuck you' before she got married to the guy I always wanted. How in the fuck did that lead to her dying? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Y'all know the drill.... This story is everything that involves a person getting triggered. Please take notice to the tags and if you read and find yourself upset... I am ashamed to admit that.... that's the point, that's my writing style. It will hit at times and pull your leg. Don't like? Perfect, I have done my job lol. Love ya!

The full moon was illuminating so beautifully it was breath taking once the clearing came into view, the field was filled with roses, lavender flowers, sun flowers, basically every flower that radiated beauty was found in this clearing though it was even more beautiful when the sun was out. It was my happy place seeing as my pack lived just within half a mile through the woods and i never smelled any other wolves scent around these parts of the woods so i claimed these clearing. My pack was The River Stone pack it has been for centuries now and i was going to run it some day, side by side with my mate and our pack members. Maybe a family of our own if we didn't come across rouges to fight off. Our lives would be great and filled with happiness and cheerful smiles with laughter echoing throughout the whole pack house, until i was proven horribly horribly wrong. That day was the day i lost everything. But not everything was Suger coated for some people life was just cruelly unfair, I was 6yrs old when i lost everything.

You and Harry are in a committed relationship. Ron and Hermione don't mind, they are proud of you two for finally confessing your feelings after almost 3 years. Little do you know, someone didn't want that to happen.

Bro I'm writing a big fanfic, so I'm just gonna give yous some oneshots because I've got so many ideas, stories will mostly be lengthy, and it contains mostly everything, fluff, angst, some spice, strong language and will contain graphic things from the actual series. <3

Sparrow, his friends, his classmates, and the passengers of the cruise ship have found themselves stranded on an old, uncharted spa resort island. But it turns out that the island is inhabited by ghastly killer mutants. And the island itself is bizarre and deadly. Sparrow and his group of survivors must find a way off this strange island and survive this unending nightmare.

"And she had painted it and waxed it and it was--it was beautiful. But at my young age, I thought it was ugly for the sole purpose that I didn't have one. Or a talent like that, for the matter. So, I broke it. And when she came home from eighth grade she thought it was an accident. All she did was smile and said it's okay. But it wasn't okay. I told her I did it on purpose, and she still said it's okay. It will never be okay. Never. But to her, it always will be okay, because her heart is too big for it to not be okay." "I told her I trusted her. She just pushed me away." The blonde turned to look at me, my face, before she sighed and turned back to face the open window in front of us, laying her chin on her knees. "You shouldn't trust her. Not yet, at least." "Why? Why not?" "Louis, she's going to break you. She will break you and leave you so many times before she lets you trust her." "That's not very caring." "Yes. Yes, it is, actually."