Unreliablenarrator Stories

❝𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓...❞ ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺'𝘴 "𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴". 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ ↳[ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴇᴅɢᴇʀᴜɴɴᴇʀꜱ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ 2077 x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪᴡɪ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.]

There are three things Dakota Greyson believes with absolute certainty. The first, that no matter how religious others try to make her, no amount of prayer will make money rain from the sky. The second, that imperfection can be as much a blessing as perfection can be a curse. And finally, the third, that if resurrection and/or reincarnation were plausible then surely she'd ended up somewhere better than an impoverished middle-class family in central America. After all, what are the chances of waking in a stranger's body? A teenager's body? Of finding herself somewhere more outlandish than her grandmother's humble abode? Of discovering a town so saturated in trauma that her own suddenly feels like nothing more than mediocre misery. Accepting the change had been a hard pill to swallow. A truth she hadn't wanted to accept. Life, however, is a cancer. It doesn't give you the decency of time. It rips the curtain back before you've finished dressing, it tosses obstacles with spikes at you with a laugh, it finds entertainment in hardships and heartbreak. It strips you of your identity and leave you with a new one.

[HK/Undertale Crossover] For ages, the Void godness has to sit and see how her multiverse was fill and filled by AUs of her Universe, Undertale, she hated them at first, but now all her hate fall in their creator, Fate's spawn, Ink. For ages she has been incapabel to help those children of hers outside her Universe, the so-called Dark Sanses, the Guardian of Negativity, the God of Destruction and those under their protection, has to watch them beign hurt over and over again from the hands of their Universes or by the hand of the self preclaimed protectors of the Multiverse, the Star Sanses. When Destiny comes to her with a plan to put them in a safe place, she inmediatly agrees. Meanwhile, in another Multiverse, other Void God makes a deal with the ruler of Hallownest. The Pale King would give him back ALL of his children and then he would help him against the Infection caused by the Moth godness. So he is very confused (and a bit mad) when months later he can feel six more children enter to Hallownest without an explication.

[ON-HOLD - but will still receive updates] He fell into the thin, brittle layer of ice below, the ice shattering like glass as the brunet submerged into the depths. He barely had enough energy to move a finger much less swim up to the surface. 'Guess this is the end, huh?' He thought wearily, sighing in defeat. Closing his eyes, accepting death. Their eyes squinted as they were met with a sudden bright light. As if time had slowed, everything except them, went white and Boboiboy who was slowly drifting away. 'What the-' They thought but was cut off as everything went blank white. -------------------------- Start: Apr 23rd 2021 Rewrite: Feb 28th 2022 Edit : Apr 2nd 2024

The Raggedy Man Raggedy isn't a race. It's a behavior. Across four books, The Raggedy Man series explores the same destructive pattern wearing different faces. These men come from different cultures and walks of life, but the behavior remains the same: entitlement disguised as charm, manipulation disguised as vulnerability. This series is about attraction without accountability, chemistry without character, and women learning-sometimes painfully-that patterns don't change just because the face does. Not all men are raggedy. But raggedy men exist everywhere. Once you see the pattern, you can't unsee it.

A game of cat and mouse - an obsessed detective and a sadistic killer. who will win? will detective jamie catch him or get caught?

You'd think being the secret son of Zeus would come with cool powers, fame, maybe a lightning sword. Nope. Try: monsters, trauma, and a prophecy that refuses to mind its own business. I'm Xander-16, sarcastic, and apparently "the strongest mortal in fifty years," which sounds impressive until a hellhound uses you as a chew toy. When the Heart of Tartarus is stolen-a stone capable of bringing Kronos back-I'm shoved into a quest with six other misfits. We've got a genius, a thief, an axe-addict, a fashion queen, a calm blacksmith... and a mortal girl who should not see through the Mist, but totally does. And somehow she can tame Underworld creatures like they're golden retrievers. Together, we're supposed to stop a war between gods, survive monsters, and not kill each other. This is my story. Told my way. You're stuck with me now. quick note from Jedi: This cover is stock art (AI enhanced) but I really like it, second this universe is related to the PJO universe Rick Riordan created though it is a new universe

After TABLOID RAT Harold Truth published a COMPLETELY libelous and HURTFUL exposé- it seemed like my career was over. I'm Jean Knutty, the world's MOST famous investigative journalist and emergency anchorman of America's fifty-third MOST-watched news station. Harold CAN'T be right! It took me SO LONG TO GET WHERE I AM! I HATE THAT JERK! IT'S NOT FAIR!!! That's why, in this (sure-to-be) BEST-SELLING novel, I will OBLITERATE Truth's LIES with unbiased, TRUE facts, MARVELOUS rhetoric, and revealing information about the miserable PAP(-arazzo, if you laymen didn't know) himself. Say GOODBYE to YOUR career, Harold DISHONEST! This is a TIT for your TAT.

BUY NOW ON AMAZON https://a.co/d/9YOHz2w The Woman in the Coffin is a dark romantic psychological thriller where grief is a weapon-and love is the most dangerous lie of all. After Ethan Walker buries his wife, a woman identical to her steps out of the shadows and claims to be her twin. What begins as mourning twists into obsession, confession, and a slow unravelling of truth. As secrets surface-an affair. Built on guilt, surveillance, and erotic restraint, this is a story where forgiveness is never guaranteed, intimacy is never innocent, and the final twist reframes every chapter that came before. And the truth discovered will haunt you long after the coffin closes.

A woman who serves as the conscience of a celebrated hero slowly realizes that her role is not to guide the story, but to cleanse it of guilt after the damage is done. When her moral certainty is repeatedly acknowledged-and just as repeatedly ignored-she begins to understand that goodness has no power in a world that rewards momentum over mercy. Halfway through the tale, she stops advising and starts intervening, turning her ethics into a weapon and waging a quiet war against the story itself.

When Kira wakes from a coma, nothing feels normal anymore. Strange visions, unusual abilities, and a world that seems just a little off-everything is different. At her new school, she struggles to fit in, unaware that the line between reality and something far darker is thinner than anyone realizes. Secrets, danger, and the unexpected wait around every corner... and some truths might be better left buried.

I was transformed by experimental nanotechnology. Now I have to testify to prove I'm human, not the property of the corporation that engineered me, even if telling the truth means condemning myself for my past crimes.

What is a good name to call someone who has a pointy hat, wears dark outfits, owns a flying broom, does hexes and spells and is super powerful?! Well isn't that kinda rude, but it's true. My name is Ruby Mysticflame and I'm a 16 year old teenage girl, but not just any average teenage girl. I'm a witch, but a good witch...I think...?! And also I'm supposedly the Bearer of all magic, the saviour of this world and the bridge between good and evil!?!? What a story! And in this story you'll be seeing a lot of witches, wizards, immortals, mortals, angels, goddesses, warlocks, sorcerers, sorceresses, mystical creatures etc. Join me on my adventure in the Fantastic World of Witches and witness the curses, drama and all the friends we make along the way! (Authors Note: Hiiiii guys glad you are checking out this story, which is my own original story by the way, I just wanted to say that none of the images used here are mine. They belong to other amazingly talented people...or AIs?! 🤔WHO KNOWS HEHEHEHAHAHA)

They were chosen for being different, not brilliant. In a school where fear, memory and identity are part of the curriculum, power is subtle and manipulation is currency. Everyone thinks they're a player. Not everyone realizes they're a piece.

After a brutal breakup, Isabelle is desperate for distraction. When a charming stranger enters her life, his attention feels comforting-until it doesn't. As anonymous notes begin appearing in her apartment and a missing man's past refuses to stay buried, Isabelle is forced to question who she can trust. Some dangers announce themselves. Others smile, wait, and let you invite them closer. WEEKLY UPDATES!!

When a shifting perception causes disastrous consequences, psychologist Ted Reeves is called in to investigate the root cause. In this third part of the Divergence series, follow Natalie Rhodes on her journey to understanding her own perception. And hopefully...staying out of prison.

I didn't mean to be involved in a murder. I only meant to survive a week-long corporate retreat on a private island where the Wi-Fi was unreliable and everyone hated each other politely. When our host turns up dead before the ferry returns, the rest of us are stranded with no outside contact, too many secrets, and one inconvenient fact: I may not be remembering the night correctly. As accusations circulate and alliances crack, I start documenting everything-mostly to prove I'm innocent, partly because someone needs to keep track of the lies. The problem is, the more I write, the clearer it becomes that everyone has a reason to kill him. Including me. So the real question isn't who did it. It's whether I can trust myself when I think I know the answer.

Twenty-seven-year-old Lennon Harper has always found safety in the familiar - in Greenville's cobblestone streets, in the murmur of the Reedy River, and behind the counter of The Story Shop, a cozy bookstore café that hosts poetry nights, book clubs, and half-price wine on Fridays. A poet with a restless heart, Lennon is stuck between the comfort of routine and a growing ache for something more. That longing sharpens the night Luc Simard walks into poetry night - tall, magnetic, and impossibly real. He recites T.S. Eliot with a reverence that rattles her bones and sees Lennon in a way no one ever has. But Luc is not who - or what - he claims to be. As Lennon uncovers the devastating truth that the man she's falling for died decades ago, the line between grief, memory, and madness begins to blur. Haunted by love, battling her own fragile mental health, and desperate not to lose herself again, Lennon must decide whether Luc is a miracle, a ghost, or the manifestation of everything she's been too afraid to face. Set against the warm glow of Greenville's arts scene, The Story Shop is a lyrical, emotional exploration of love, loss, creativity, and the dangerous beauty of being seen.

The monster wears the skin until the girl wants to breathe. Then they trade places again. Charm Sterling is a masterpiece of manufactured perfection. As the daughter of the Mayor, her life is a curated performance of hidden vulnerability and expensive manufactured beauty designed to destroy a chaotic past she can't afford to remember. When a physical key to a dark family secret-The Six Trust-surfaces, Charm and her six childhood friends are thrown into a lethal game of rebellion against their own parents. Bound by an dark secret from fourteen years ago and the criminal legacy their families will kill to protect, the group must navigate a web of offshore accounts, illegal medical treatments, and a conspiracy that dates back to their first "monstrous" act. Meet the Fractured Seven: CRUE: Her volatile dark mirror-the internalized rage she cannot control. NEO: The brilliant architect of her sanity-the logic she uses as an anchor. LOVE: The angelic shadow of her lost authenticity and purity. ELSPETH: The moral center-the bridge between nature and nurture. ASHE: The cynical voice of internal sadness and hazardous truths. REIGN: The noble leader facing a ticking clock, fighting a war in his own bones. CHARM: The balance. The mask. The girl struggling to keep the monster from taking over for good. As the annual Masquerade Gala approaches, the masks are coming off-and not everyone will survive the unveiling. Reader's Warning: This is not just a thriller. It is a validating mirror. Whether you see a story of dark romance and high-stakes crime, or the internal psychological map of a mind fighting for its own identity, the truth is yours to decide. Morning me woke up a stranger to yesterday me... afternoon me is a stranger to evening me.