Thr Stories

James Elliot is your regular day-to-day company employee: just a plain guy living a normal life. There's nothing much going on with his life, until he met a vagrant with a slick black hair and a pair of sleepy eyes. This fateful meeting changed James' life forever, and his boring life eventually became a little bit different. Well- maybe TOO different.

there was a boy named yamashi he too like the magi was favored by the ruke but one this was that he was quite tall not like an imchuk but he was quite tall for what he was . then hew ran into a certain womanizing king will he fall for the kings antics or will he not read to find out

Rose woke up in the elevator with a girl that looks dead. All she remembers is her names Rose, her brothers name is chuck, feeling like she was drowning and that Wicked is good.

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Malcolm Rourke moves to Metro City for a photography job, but quickly realises the city isn't all its cracked up to be---And using his powers will be necessary.

You have just been recruited to the Avengers... it's time to suit up. Oh... by the way, uhhhhh you might - kinda, well, you could die, cause it's dangerous and all... okay, welcome to the team.

Y/n used to work for the commission, her father to be an assassin there and he brought her there to grow up while he was doing missions. after her father died during one of those missions she had to start working there. She did a few missions before she ran away and found herself in 1963 Dallas, Texas by using a stolen suitcase. There she assumes a normal life..but then hears of the Majestic Twelve. She gets curious and finds herself at a consulate. Once there she finds a young man in a schoolboy uniform. Looking for the same twelve Individuals as herself.

Number One Observatory Circle was in chaos. A small army of black-suited men raced about, hand-to-ear, trying to hear the rapid-fire updates coming through their earpieces. They barked orders or gathered grim faced in groups of two or three in the foyer, murmuring in low tones about the necessary next steps. Lights blazed throughout the house, mocking the hour displayed on the nearby atomically synchronized clock: 3:32 a.m.

BEFORE READING KNOW THAT THIS FIC IS Hurt no comfort Sukufushi _______ A chapter in which he feels warm A chapter in which he feels cold A chapter where Megumi Fushiguro Freezes OR In which I can use the words Warm, Cold, and freezing a bunch

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"𝐊𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐞?" she asked, confusion written all over her face. Eyes shining with a spark of curiousness. "𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐞" he replied with a smile on his face, eyes filled with love. xxxxxx "𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐲𝐮 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞?" she asked with a playful smile on her face. "𝐊𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞" he replied, attaching their forheads causing her to giggle. xxx "𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞" she said watching him who was scolding her. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢" he said, playfully flicking her forehead earning a light slap on his arm. xxxxx

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Yasmin Halevi -The quiet sanctuary in his storm, a harbor of warmth never called home. She moves like a ghost between worlds - neither here nor there, a fleeting presence in a life already claimed. Yasmin isn't just the other woman; she's the silent ache beneath the surface, the thorn wrapped in velvet, the breath caught in a lover's hesitation. With eyes that hold storms and a smile that hides broken promises, Yasmin dances on the edge of what's forbidden and what's inevitable. She's not the villain, nor the savior - just a quiet force, tangled in the wild vines of desire and regret. In the chapters of a love that isn't hers to keep, Yasmin Halevi is the beautiful, heartbreaking secret no one dares speak aloud.

Kids from my school in the hunger games. Let's see who will be the reigning champion! NOTICE: Major typos may be made!

Back before everything got complicated life seemed so simple. But how can you describe simple if you never have had any complications? After mysterious disappearance around Savona Ridge, Darci, Layla, and Andree had been brought back together after years of not speaking. But what happens on Darci's birthday is completely life changing. She is considered ventroice a gifted person and one of the very few with her vast amount of power. One wrong move and she can lose everyone in an instant. Who can she trust? Who can she tell? There is no one you can trust with such a big secret.

"Your father said no..." the leader said as he turned around the corner from another hallway "not that I'm surprised" "He never was a warrior, nor a burglar..." I trailed, my feet seemingly frozen to the golden-stained wood. Silence settled between us "Do you fight?" "Yes" I answered obediently "I use a sword" "Are you good with it" he questioned once more, moving a few steps closer as he did. "I would like to think so, or those years of training was a waste of my hard-earned money." I couldn't take my eyes off the ground, it was like just a glance would almost knock you off your feet, but that intense stare that I could feel on the crown of my head started to burn like a wild fire, scorching my scalp as it did so. "Hmm" he mumbled as his form gently pushed passed me, a gentleness that I didn't think he was capable of "would you be interested...13 is an unlucky number and us dwarves are superstitious" his voice was stern and powerful, just like his glare. It felt like the warm browns and golds that adorned the corridor started to swirl as I started to sway to its rhythm, almost as if a trance held me by the throat, pushing me to that position just before passing out were I was my most vulnerable. White light starting to dance in my vision. "Yes...I'll come with you." He stoped in his tracks once more, the silence from his boots crunching the dirt that stuck underneath it being a clear indicator "good, get packing..."