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❝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.]

[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

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.

A slow burn Armin Arlert x gnc!bi!Reader story... and they were roommates They're sharp, all harsh words, harsher music, leather and cigarettes. He's... Armin. He's gentle, kind, neatly pressed shirts and late night study sessions. slowburn, forced proximity, band au, friends to lovers, no use of y/n

In this game of life and death, there are votes every week. Who goes and who stays, and how they go. With Miss Mara as your host of 30 contestants, she explains that you have to fight ennui and trust to survive. And the simple advice is: don't trust the ones you love, only the ones who love you. But how could they trust the one person they don't know? The one that wants death?

Mara Vale was murdered three years ago. At least, that's what the town says. When she wakes up in her hometown with no memory of how she died, Mara discovers that everyone remembers the night differently-different suspects, different motives, different versions of her final moments. Even her own memories refuse to stay the same. As the truth fractures and the town closes ranks around a lie they all helped create, Mara begins to realize something far worse than being killed: she may not have been innocent. In a place where memory rewrites reality, the dead aren't the only ones hiding secrets. "The town didn't forget what happened to me. It remembered what was easiest."

What if Princess Viserra Targaryen made it back to the Red Keep unharmed after her one last night of laughter? Saera's disgrace and Baelon's rejection sealed Viserra's fate and her marriage to Lord Theomore Manderly went forward during the tenth moon of 87AC. 3 years later the decrepit lord is dead, Viserra finally comes home and she doesn't intend to be sold off again. Upon her return to King's Landing, she makes overtures to her siblings, nephews and nieces - the future of House Targaryen. She was meant for her mother's crown and she will see it upon her head - one way or another. Oh, what a raging fire one ambitious princess can make.

Samantha lives with her mother in a quiet place near the woods. One night after spending time with her neighbors, her life turns dark and terrifying. Something strange is hiding in the forest-and it's getting closer.

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.

A criminally incompetent young woman, who would rather be sleeping in the closet than coming out of it, deals with the day-to-day struggles of her new night security job- which for some reason includes cute girls and... ornithology? I release it on a scene-by-scene basis, but compile them into individual chapters once all the parts are complete. Thanks for reading! Here's a playlist to read along to: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4hzgCyzHGlZFLvIb9Cm76U?si=3c5cbc2c1f9d488d

[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.

reality begins to fracture, she's forced to confront a terrifying question; are the voices a sign that her mind is breaking - or have they been waiting for her to listen all along? Trapped between paranoia and truth, she must decide whether silence will save her... or doom her.

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

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.

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.

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.

Louise doesn't believe in curses. But it's hard to ignore the whispers - the way people look at her when something terrible happens. First love. First loss. Then another boy. Another goodbye. And now... someone is watching. Notes. Flowers. Polaroids that shouldn't exist. And journal entries from a voice that claims to know her better than anyone else ever could. Everyone says to move on. But Louise can't shake the feeling that the past is circling back. That the person she trusted most is hiding in the silence. And this time, they're not just watching. They're waiting.