Unhinged Stories

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After inheriting a house, Jay and his friends move in together, discovering more than just new rooms as they put up with each other's antics. Expect randomness, chaoticness, unexpected secrets, sitcom and a found family that slowly turns a strange house into a home. Guess you have to stay tune to see more of this group's dynamic ;) 𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 • found family • friend group's dynamic • slice of life, attempt comedy, slight drama • bxb (heeseun, jayhoon) • read at your own risk

I have always treated life as a game. As far back as I can remember, I was always competitive and always challenging myself, either academically, physically, or psychologically. The thought of it excites me. It is like mixing flavor into a very bland meal, and the idea of winning makes it taste even sweeter. Oh shit, I have not introduced myself, oopsie~. Hello, My name is Kagawa Takumi, or as my classmates always call me, "Cotton Candy Head." or "Smiling Weirdo." Hahahaha...ha.... Right, where was I? Looking out the window of this endless white facility, I see a group of kids fighting or were fighting, the fight just ended. After the brawl, the only one left standing was a brown-haired boy with the same facial expressions as a white sheet of paper. "So, this is The White Room's Masterpiece?" Disclaimer: This is my first ever fic, and I'm mainly just doing this for fun in my free time. Classroom of The Elite rightfully belongs to Kinusaga Shougo and Tomose Shunsaku. The only thing I own in this fic is the OC.

Two girls missing. One red rose left behind each time. No blood. No witnesses. No suspect-at least not one who exists on record. Alfonzo Thorne doesn't appear in campus files. Cameras glitch when he passes. He doesn't blink enough. He doesn't cast a shadow. But he does leave a mark. As grief turns into haunting and haunting turns into revenge, the truth begins to claw its way out from beneath the forest floor. Some predators chase. Others plant themselves and wait. And this one has been feeding for decades.

Sia Collins has a talent for chaos. One night, she burns down more than just bridges. She sparks a chain reaction that lands her brother, Jeremy, in the hospital and pulls her straight into the orbit of Thornwell House, a secretive fraternity with a history of power, control, and buried sins. Now she wants answers. And revenge. Her only way in? Her infuriatingly perfect roommate, Bree Miller whose brother, Brandon, just became Thornwell's newest recruit. Brandon Miller has always done what's expected of him: honor the family name, follow his father's path, and never question why. But joining Thornwell was his first act of rebellion,and the moment he steps inside, he realizes he's traded one cage for another. As Sia manipulates her way closer to Brandon, the lines between right and wrong begin to blur. Secrets tighten like a noose. Jeremy's loyalty, Thornwell's legacy, and the Millers' reputation all orbit around one explosive truth waiting to surface. And when Sia finally gets too close, she'll have to decide what's worth saving her family, her revenge, or herself.

AU where the Potters are alive (yay) When Aria Black's mother died when she was three, most people would've expected her father to step up. Sirius Black did not. Instead, he decided that being heartbroken was a perfectly valid reason to give up his child-because clearly, abandoning your daughter is self-care. (Yes, we're judging him.) Aria grows up in a horrible-HORRIBLE-orphanage, surrounded by strangers when all she ever wanted was her dad. Hogwarts is supposed to be Aria Black's safe place. Keyword: supposed. Because the year the Marauders return as teachers is the year everything goes wrong-and Aria isn't about to make it easy for them. Old resentment. Bad decisions. A mad amount of sass and sarcasm. And a whole lot of mayhem. That's where the story begins. I do not own Harry Potter. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. (bleh.)

This is basically a collection of incorrect quotes from my fandoms/interests. Enjoy! (or not)

27 Minutes to Eclipse is a darkly gripping tale of twin siblings, Sol and Selene, bound by blood, trauma, and a supernatural curse: every time they both die, the clock rewinds 27 minutes to the moment before the first twin's death. But this gift-or curse-comes at a cost. Memories of each loop stay with them, twisting their perception of time, morality, and each other. As their lives spiral deeper into chaos, the twins navigate the suffocating weight of their codependency, the unspoken secrets that fester between them, and the growing wedge driven by Mia-a steady but unwitting outsider who stumbles into their fractured world.

Magic exists and there is no such thing as destiny. These are facts that Michael Fitzpatrick must come to accept. As a gifted academic, Fitz struggles to balance his time, relationships, and arrogance. This only becomes more difficult as he enrolls at Hartscorn University, a school for magically inclined practitioners. Attending school with his childhood friend seemed like a chance to try again; a new place, more rigorous studies, and fresh faces to befriend were all he wanted. Soon, myths and urban legends become self-fulfilling prophecies, and Fitz must learn to control the arcane abilities he manifests. The world atop ours, one of magic and possibilities, is still plagued with evil, torture, and death. As an order of magic users arises and begin hunting Fitz, he becomes entangled in the complex game of cat and mouse that forces him to evaluate his very core beliefs. When faced with the new Queen of Shadows, Fitz must decide if there is a difference between evil and desperation.

What would happen if the characters of Epic the Musical had a group chat? It'd probably be chaotic... just like this book! Read to find out. DISCLAIMER: Might not be precisely accurate to the actual musical. Bear with me please. Updated monthly. I don't own Epic or any of the characters.

A forbidden amulet marks Lauren and Lindsey for death. One night. One party. One mistake-and suddenly they're ripped from their lives and thrown into a hidden world where magic is law and blood decides fate. A ceremony meant to "protect" the world is actually designed to kill them. Lauren learns to survive by thinking ahead. Lindsey survives by feeling everything-harder, louder, dangerously. As secrets unravel and betrayal comes from the person they trust most, the sisters are forced to rely on each other while the world closes in. Love becomes a liability. Magic turns violent. And when arrows fly and blood hits the ground, everything changes. Some echoes wake power. Others demand sacrifice.

​Jeon Jungkook is a ghost. A highly-trained, tactical specialist who lives by a strict set of protocols, thrives in silence, and prefers the company of his custom sidearm to actual people. He was expecting his new assignment to be a standard protection detail: high-stakes, high-security, and high-intensity. ​He wasn't expecting Y/N. ​The daughter of the country's most dangerous whistleblower is a walking, talking breach of protocol. Y/N doesn't do "low profile." She does sequins, 2 AM diner runs, and a pink, glittery suitcase that Jungkook is forced to haul through safe houses like a glorified bellhop. ​To Jungkook, she's a "Target Attraction Hazard." To Y/N, he's just a grumpy, tatted wall of muscle who needs to learn how to have a good time. ​While Jungkook scans every room for exits, Y/N scans every room for the best lighting. While he talks in radio codes, she talks in sarcasm. It's a war of wills where his "professional" armor is being chipped away by her unhinged chaos-and her "I don't need help" attitude is being softened by the way he looks in a tactical vest. ​In a world where the guns are real and the stakes are life or death, the biggest threat might just be the one thing Jungkook didn't plan for: falling for the girl he's supposed to be watching.

They were born enemies. Forbidden from the start. But some rules are made to be burned.** When Inaya Sharma and Ilya Volkov are forced to work together on a university project, the hatred is instant. She's fire and fury wrapped in silk. He's ice and ruthlessness carved from stone. Their families have one rule: stay away from each other. Too bad neither of them has ever been good at following orders. What starts as mutual loathing ignites into something far more dangerous-stolen glances that linger too long, arguments that crackle with tension, and a single kiss that changes everything. Now they're playing a game where the stakes are their lives, their families, and their hearts. In a world where love is weakness and trust can get you killed, they're about to discover that the enemy of your enemy isn't always your friend-sometimes, they're the person who will either save you or destroy you completely. ____________________________ "𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌." "𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍." "𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍." His hands fisted in her hair, her knife pressed against his ribs, both of them breathing hard in the darkness of the supply closet. "𝖨𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌," she whispered, "𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄." "𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐." His voice was rough, desperate. "𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄." She should walk away. Should remember who he is, what he is, why this could never work. Instead, she dropped the knife. ___________________________ ⚠️ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙜

I only wanted to play soccer. That's it. But then me (hi, I'm Raffle) and a bunch of ten-times-younger kids ended up climbing into a supposedly abandoned manor called Whispergloom, and things spiraled fast. First there was no house. Then there was a house. Then a dude showed up who may or may not be human, and casually offered me a potion that could "change my life." Not skincare, not protein shake - like, soul-altering, reality-bending kind of change. His name? I call him Wick. His deal? Suspicious. Mysterious. Possibly illegal in 9 dimensions. His vibe? 100% wicked. Now I'm stuck between babysitting chaos gremlins, surviving butterfly portals, and figuring out what the heck I just agreed to. ⚠️ Warning: Contains mild horror, major confusion, and one kid who keeps peeing his pants. ADHD storytelling style. Proceed at your own risk. Don't drink the potion. Or do. Idk. I did.

Juillete's parents died, and she was given custody to a mafia, Apollo, who got away without any further questioning due to his status. Juillete had no choice other than living with him due to her her feeble situation, but Little did she knew that she is now in the same roof as her revenge.

"Oh my gosh wdym macaroons didn't come from France.." "Yea France's a fraud trust." "TAIS-TOI, MÈRE ROUGE-" __________________________ A history obsessed person seems to have met some people who also decently know about history. Except, you didn't know those people WERE the history. __________________________ Warnings: -Historically ACCURATE. -You will be facing the mentions of the Axis, WW's and some more. -A LOT OF COUNTRIES/EMPIRES/MORE. -Will be a crackfic. -Reader is not as oblivious but not as smart either. -Not sure if romance will be added.

I don't consider it stalking. I consider it protecting my assets. Planning for the future. Looking out for my husband... even if we haven't technically met yet. When a single dad and his five-year-old daughter move in next door, I do what any responsible man would do. I observe. I make improvements. I fix the toilet paper situation. I straighten the living room when he falls asleep on the couch. I make sure the doors are locked, because someone has to think ahead. Especially when there's a woman parked down the street watching his house. And he isn't wearing a ring. I checked. So really, this feels less like stalking and more like finders keepers.

Based on a True Story. Somewhere between the hum of the city and the quiet spaces between breaths, a soft drumbeat pulsed. Not loud enough to command attention, not sharp enough to startle-but steady, insistent. It was a call, a rhythm older than memory, weaving through streets and alleyways, across rooftops and heartbeats.

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Yulia "Yule" Zhang was never meant to fit in from day one. Labeled a troublemaker, disowned by family, humiliated at school and ignored by society, she moves to Australia right after high school graduation. She tastes her freedom for the first time after getting a full ride scholarship to University of Sydney. Dolling up like a pink princess and possessing coloratura vocals, she self proclaims herself the Diva Princess. She reluctantly lives a boring life in a small apartment unit with the money she earns everyday. Everything takes a wild turn, the moment she meets Pyjama Man.