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Beechwood Island has always been called magical. The Sinclairs prefer it that way, gilded, perfect, untouchable. But magic has a habit of disguising rot. Before the fires. Before the fractures. Before the end. There was Summer Sixteen. This is not the polished version of the Sinclair story. This is the story of the boy who was given everything, and the girl who was never meant to belong, and how Beechwood began to crack long before anyone smelled smoke.

After moving to Ohea city, 15 year old Ren is already itching to prove his worth by challenging all the Pangeon gym leaders, to ultimately win the Pangaea league. Though the serious, hot tempered boy quickly finds it's not as easy to become a Pokemon Master as he originally believed.

Lingling always chose the back row. It was quiet there. Safe. Predictable. A place where no one could sit behind her, no one could watch her too closely, and no one could easily enter her life unless she allowed them to. Then Orm started sitting beside her. At first, Orm only came to Ling because of Den - the girl Orm could not stop looking at. Ling was just the convenient one. The quiet one. The useful one who knew people, fixed things, explained notes, and made everything easier. But somewhere between borrowed highlighters, rainy nights, quiet songs, family dinners, and a shirt left behind for "next time," Lingling started making space for Orm. A chair beside her. A place at her table. A place inside her home. A place inside her heart. The problem was, Orm was soft when they were alone... but different when Den was around. And Lingling slowly learned that being needed is not the same as being chosen. The Chair Beside Me is a university GL coming-of-age story about almost-love, quiet heartbreak, friendship, self-respect, and the painful truth that not everyone who made you feel special deserves a permanent place beside you. Because sometimes, the worst thing is not an empty chair. It is saving it for someone who only sits there when it is convenient. Genre: GL / University AU / Angst / Coming-of-Age / Slow Burn Themes: Almost-love, friendship, unrequited feelings, emotional healing, self-worth Content note: Emotional manipulation, public humiliation, heartbreak, non-endgame romance.

"But for you to have a flame, you must ignite it." [Name, Last-Name] is a young woman whose lifelong counterpart is a famous baseball player, Kenji Sato. And of course, considering she wasn't much compared to her best friend, you can probably infer how she was deemed...weaker than most. Despite holding a (mostly) kind heart, she had her faults. But Kenji Sato loved all of it. However, there will always be some bumps in the road. Can she overcome these obstacles? Or will she lose the single leg that has been her driving passion? [I do not own "Ultraman: Rising" or any of its characters. They are rightfully owned by Shannon Tindle. This is a piece of fan-fiction and is to be treated as such.]

A fanfiction based on The Owl House by Dana Terrace. This is now the fourth main book in a longer series, if you have found this story before reading Camp Reality Check, Small Town Demons, or Finding Foundations, all also uploaded by this account, I strongly suggest you consider reading those first. Cover art by squishysquids5050, on DeviantArt.

Carmyn Mizari was six when he dodged the system-walked right out of the police station. They never found him. Navigating the streets was tough, nothing he wasn't used too. Before the incident, that took his mum's life, Carmyn and his mother had spent his entire life jumping from shelters and sleeping on sidewalks. Until a nice enough guy let them stay the night. The streets were a little different without his mother. The nice guys always asked him to do weird things. He didn't know where to get the warm needles his mother always carried. Carmyn would never have survived without Creed Vitori. The heir to a long line of crime bosses. His personal gaurdian angel. "TW⚠️ drug abuse, language, S*xual Assault, mental health, su*cide⚠️)

Issabella Cove Waters has always kept to herself,focused on school, her family, and avoiding the chaos that seems to follow her everywhere. But when her childhood friend Devon Black returns with charm, confidence, and a shocking proposal, her carefully ordered world is turned upside down. What begins as a seemingly harmless bet to make Issabella fall for him-quickly spirals into something far more dangerous and emotional than either of them expected. Between tutoring sessions, stolen glances, and moments of genuine connection, Issabella and Devon are drawn together in ways neither can resist. But the past is never far behind. Family secrets, hidden siblings, and a deadly underground fighting circuit test their trust and push their bond to the edge. As tragedy strikes and stakes rise higher than ever, Issabella must confront love, betrayal, and heartbreak. In a world where hearts can break in an instant, and lives can change forever, will Issabella survive the fall and will love be enough to save them both?

in which a sisterhood is broken because of a rumor based on the movie: the sisterhood of the night WARNING: this story contains themes of sexual assault, abuse, and mental illness. if you are suffering from any of these yourself, this story may not be for you. reader discretion is advised.

"ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ..." ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ... ꜱᴋʏᴇ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀᴛɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜʀᴛɪꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴏ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴀᴡ... ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴢᴀᴄ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ...

Jennie was the only one who made lisa better. uhhhh ill try my best to make jennie top since alot of ppl enjoy that so yeah :)

"When her world is shattered by her parents' divorce, a young girl embarks on a courageous quest to reunite with her mother and brother, searching for the love and family she desperately craves. But her journey takes an unexpected turn when she discovers a love that sets her soul on fire... and a tangled web of troubles that threatens to consume her. Caught in a love triangle that leaves her heart racing, she must also confront the cruel reality of bullying and find the strength to rise above it. Will she find her happy ending, or will the challenges of her journey tear her apart?"

Just starting high school, Maddie and her dysfunctional family move to the south side of Canaryville, Chicago. The Angels end up moving next to a similar family and one of them catches Maddie's eye. But little does she know she'd be seeing a lot more of him

He was the best and worst older brother. I thought I'd never be able to say, "hey, you turned out to not be a complete douche". His smile was the best, his influence changed my world. His death knocked me off balance. he died for a monster named Heroin, and I'll never forgive him completely for it. Yeah, miss him? Tons. Never forgive? Possibly. At the moment, I don't know what to think. That's why I'm trying to sort this shit out. I'm going to find forgiveness somewhere, but he'll have to work for it. Dead or alive.

So...I'm reacting to things?

"What Are You?" "..A Monster..." "What Does That Mean?" "I'm A 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵."

Arata Kurosawa lives alone, keeps to himself, and is probably the most academically gifted student in his school. He is very well aware of it. When the school offers him a stipend, a useful addition to his academic record, and free accommodation in exchange for tutoring five failing students, he takes it without thinking twice. How hard could tutoring five failing students really be? Extremely hard, as it turns out. The five in question are sisters, technically. Three of one kind, two of another. None of them asked to be a family, and none of them asked for him either. One refuses help from anyone, one is so anxious she can barely look at a test paper, one simply does not give a damn, one has a grocery budget and no time for his nonsense, and the last one started this whole mess. This will not be the first time they have met.

Audrey and Brooklyn have been best friends since they were little. They have gone through thick and thin together, Brooklyn's boyfriends and Audrey's home problems. Sophomore year Brooklyn goes through a list of crush's and boyfriends, Zach, Liam, etc. when Audrey only goes through one, Noah. But one sleepover Brooklyn names her most recent crush... Noah. What will Audrey do? Read to find out

Hey y'all! This is my first story I'm posting here, but it's definitely my proudest work. I've been writing fanfiction stories for a few years now and I've decided that now is the time to publish this one. I'm changing names to not be fanfiction because it doesn't really have anything to do with the story itself, but I hope you like it! It's all about this guy that advocates for demons and stands up for them when the whole world is telling him not to. Will his actions change the stances on everyone's opinions? Or will it be all for nothing? Also feel free to criticize or help me fix some things here and there, I'm happy to listen to your suggestions.

What if, in an instant, everything you loved was taken away?

High school was supposed to be just an in between period to separate childhood and adulthood, but it turned out to be a struggle for love, happiness, acceptance, and self worth.  Now it is senior year and time to decide where the next journey begins. Only problem is that there are still first loves to get over, friends to spend as much time as possible with, prom and the probability that no one will ask, and discovering who I am.  This is everything. This is where I went, who I went with, and how the events unraveled before me in ways I could never expect.