Trauma-bonding Stories

Adaman isn't coping well with the fact that Dialga possessed so Leah decides to have a heart to heart with him.

Megan and Ryan have a burning passion that must be satiated. They sneak off to the river after an eventful day trying to set up camp with Megan's brother Tony and his girlfriend Jenna.

How Liberty Lives is the story of how a young woman finds the courage to fight the Empire, and the events that transpired as a result. Daily uploads for now.

Nicholas and his mom loraine had finally escaped his dad tom, who was abusive and had gotten arrested for assaulting people. It's been 5 years since that happened but now Andrea finally moved on and married to peter. Peter has a daughter of his own, Celine. His wife, her mother was admitted to the mental hospital 4 years ago. Neither Celine or Nicholas has ever lived with a sibling, so now they have to learn how to live together and overcome their trauma.

What if Chuuya and Dazai were lovers in the past and haven't gotten over each other because they promised to meet again? What if someone whom one of them once knew tried to take advantage of it? What if soukoku stopped that someone? Find out by reading! WARNINGS: -angst -gore -bxb -gxg -non canon -kissing and making out -perverts -Mori isn't a pervert!! I DON'T OWN MOST OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT THE OCS I MADE. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER KAFKA ASAGIRI.

Otto Evans has finally left the source of his pain, religion. He's moved in with his sister in a new town after coming out in his old one. He joins a support group, and meets Kie Schon, another member with religious trauma. After one strange and scary encounter after another meeting, the boys learn to love and how to live again. (May contain triggering topics such as abuse,depression,drug abuse,self harm,suicide,suicidal thoughts,graphic descriptions, and possible others that will be mentioned in the beginning of each chapter. Thank you for reading)

Writing the title of my book brings hushed laughter from the voices in my head who have begun to gather and mingle. They are the co-characters of my past 7 life spans with the devil . My life once again unfolds in all of its classical drama unfolding like a future spiritual war over my soul. A theatrical play that is so rare; I have born witness and full awareness of it twice in my life and now; as I begin to write my Memoir. I can tell you that I am the Director of the life changing events that I am currently experiencing and those I now control in my future. The past and current characters and main characters of the past 55 years have created the stage for the life I now have. I can see those who have came and gone in the past years. Those who have passed into the next life and those among the living. In the next five years I will be introduced to the next characters who are closely vetted and chosen. We will all meet and share Spiritual Virtues and gifts as Divine Warriors; for the war is upon us. We are now in the Final Judgement stages before the RAPTURE! The Devil has had possession of my soul since I was first cursed growing up around the crossroads of St Tammany Parish La and Pearl River County Ms atthe age of thirteen. I was raised as both a Catholic and that of a judged and condemned whore and witch. Later I would come to belong to the Coven of Joan. A secret coven of selected witches that were founded in the late seventeenth century and had been meeting in Little People's Village in Middlebury, CT. SECRETS I do Have and THOSE Secrets I shall forever keep. The Devil had me and he filled my life with lies and enemies who were once trusted and close friends. He had control over me from the time I was told to lie to cover up terrible childhood secrets. Tonight I hold no remorse or sympathy for the Devil. I pray the St. Michael's Chaplet and remove him and his band of demons and their thought controlling powers over my mind and banish them from my home.

Haiiiii!!! Im Mylo and i wrote this fanfic. please do leave comments and let me know what you guys think i hope you like it! After Riko Moriyama's death and the Foxes' championship win, Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard are supposed to finally have a chance to breathe. Instead, the team becomes trapped in a terrifying system of psychological evaluations, shifting realities, and constant observation that turns Exy into something far more dangerous than a game. As pressure fractures the Foxes from the inside out, Neil and Andrew are forced to hold onto each other while the people around them begin to unravel. Identities blur, trust is weaponized, and every match pushes the team closer to becoming something unrecognizable. Because survival was never the same thing as staying human. There are 43 chapters so buckle up and get comfy its a long ride! (there might be a second book depending on how this one does).

Tagline: Love is the slowest kind of death. --- Back Cover Blurb: She was born a secret. He was bred to hunt them. In the city of Atrium Vale, masked murderers called the Velvet Court rule the night-leaving behind roses dipped in blood and victims carved with symbols. No one knows their faces. No one survives them. Except her. Salem Vexx is a girl with a locked past and a scar across her neck-their mark. She's spent her life hiding from the shadows until a new neighbor moves into the penthouse across from hers: tall, silent, and wrapped in danger. He wears gloves even when it's warm. He never speaks unless it's necessary. His windows are always open. Watching her. Ash Corven has one job. Track. Torture. Kill. But when he's assigned to watch Salem, he's not prepared for the voice in her laughter, the wild in her rage, or the fact that she was never supposed to survive. As the city drowns in secrets and another killer emerges, Ash finds himself making one fatal mistake. He doesn't want to kill her. He wants to own her. --- Content Themes: Masked stalkers Psychological cat-and-mouse Morally gray killer x hunted girl Obsession vs. love Mystery tied to a secret society Dark sensuality and forbidden touch "Who's the real monster?" energy --- Opening Line: > The first time I saw him, he had blood on his cuffs and a knife at his side. The second time, he was staring through my bedroom window-smiling.