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The reason why the Zoldyck are so strict is that they lost a daughter, she was taken from under their noses and they could not find her, vowing to protect their other children, they became who they were. But their daughter was alive and well, living the most normal childhood she could on a small island, she moved to the Republic of Padokia for education, but her sudden return triggered the sensors long abandoned by the Zoldyck family. How will they react to her antics? The different energy and outlook on life? Will she accept them or not? Will the Zoldyck's overcome the many issues they and she have? note from author: there will be 20 chapters in total, and I will post at midnight every week I have this story published on AO3 as well from the user Levisentedlust123

"What do you want?" Till asked, his eyes down and glued to his notebook, his ashen locks falling over his forehead as he finished up a sketch of Mizi. A lot, Ivan concluded, his thoughts racing in his head. So much more than you would ever know. I want to hold you close and never let go. I want your touch; your love; your attention. I want to spend the rest of eternity, the tedium of time, with you-just so then I would have something to live and die for. I yearn for the lingering glances you couldn't possibly cast on me. I yearn for the fleeting touches that last only in my imagination. I want to be ruined by you. To be broken, wrecked, consumed completely by you, so you can put me back together with soft whispers and sweet nothings. But those were thoughts that belonged in the darkest hours of night; kept in the quiet confines of Ivan's room, where he would gaze out his window, only the faraway stars to keep him company. And he knew better than to speak his mind. "Draw me."

Some are raised on obedience. Others are raised on fear. But I... I was raised on both. Behind the gilded doors of a grand mansion, music was a desperate means of survival until it mutated into a curse. And when Leah entered my life, I truly believed that a kindred soul could be my sanctuary. But I never factored in the desecration. Nor did I account for the blood. A story of psychological inheritance, toxic attachment, absolution... and the Seven Deadly Sins. Is a monster born? Or is it made?

*** Short Version *** A girl is born with a tiny figure, which starts to admire her the minute she's born, but what can it do when her soulmate keeps getting reborn?... Cover credit: @itsmek8trin

Some memories return differently. Buried incidents from the past resurface again, whispered through the gossip of the town. A former investigator, Louis Mercer, digs into the matter using the surviving traces of the case. Yet, someone seems to know more than they should. The deeper Louis searches for the truth, the less he trusts his own mind.

The annual college performance was supposed to be unforgettable. It was. Minutes before going on stage, Aisha locked herself inside the backstage bathroom and started acting strangely. Her friends heard screaming, crying, and a voice that didn't sound like hers. The performance was ruined. And Aisha remembers none of it. Now everyone blames her for destroying the night they worked so hard for - but the more Aisha searches for answers, the more she begins to fear that maybe they're right.

Lydia Hart didn't disappear the way missing girls are supposed to. No struggle. No warning. No trace. Just an empty room, a phone left behind... and a silence that doesn't feel normal. At first, the police call it an easy case. A runaway. A misunderstanding. A girl who wanted to be found. But then the reports start changing. People say they heard Lydia speaking after she was gone. Voices echo from recordings that shouldn't exist. And the words she never said begin showing up in places she's never been. The deeper the investigation goes, the less certain anything becomes-about Lydia, about the people searching for her, and about reality itself. Because something is repeating her. And it's getting louder. Detective or witness, victim or suspect-no one is safe from what they think they hear. And the truth isn't hidden. It's being rewritten. too.

"Please don't come looking for me. Let me go." Four years of high school. Shared lockers, late-night promises, and a built future. That's the reality Ethan Vance anchors himself to. Not the three weeks of sterile, one-word texts. Not the six-hour gaps between replies. When a manila envelope arrives at his college dorm containing Chloe's favorite anniversary necklace and a photo of her with another guy, Ethan doesn't panic. He understands. She's four hundred miles away at a new university, overwhelmed, scared, and running on pure panic. The guy in the photo is just a temporary distraction. A coping mechanism. She thinks she's protecting him by cutting the cord. But Ethan knows their love story isn't a closed book-it's just experiencing a temporary detour. It's past midnight, the highway is empty, and Ethan is already driving. He's coming to bring her home. Because a good boyfriend doesn't just let go. A dark, psychological tale of devotion, denial, and the fine line between an anchor and a cage.

Four strangers. One holding cell. A petty thief. A grieving widow. A quiet businessman. And a woman who doesn't belong. They all claim they've been arrested by mistake. But in Rosehaven, nothing is a mistake. As the stories unravel, the lies don't just conflict... they expose something far worse. Because one of them isn't here to be questioned. One of them is here to finish something. And by the time the truth comes out... it's already too late.

A man attacks a strange woman passing through the small village of Burning Rock. The villagers have to restrain him by putting him in a straitjacket. While in the Burning Rock Prison becomes unresponsive to anything, which cause's his worried friends to contact the village oracle, who brings the duo into his mind to see why he started behaving so erratically. They discovered that his mind was fractured and fissured. With the group going through his mind to salvage what they can, with pressure from the villagers to solve the issue before they test out a new risky medical procedure on him.

I made a career travelling through time killing the worst people in history: Gacy, Denke, Dahmler, Vasquez, Hitler more than once. But it's when I keep seeing her at every killing that I realise that I have competition. I might be the next one on her list, and the only thing more dangerous than being in a hitwoman's sights is falling in love with her. Cover by: CasualClyde https://cara.app/casualclyde/portfolio/book-covers Or https://www.instagram.com/casuall.clyde/

For a long time, I believed the world was like the Disney fairytales. I was the hero of my own story. The quiet scholarship boy, the broken home, the girl who looked at me like I mattered-it all fit. I was waiting for the chapter where everything turned. Where I was finally seen. Finally chosen. Finally loved out loud instead of in secret. I am still waiting. St. Alban's Academy isn't a castle. It's a glass case. And I am not the prince. I am the thing pinned beneath the glass, wings still beating, while people in blazers take notes on how long I'll last. I came here with a secondhand blazer and a silence so loud it has its own heartbeat. I learn that invisibility isn't a curse-it's camouflage. So I start writing. Everything. Every betrayal. Every whispered insult. The way Tesoro looks at me like I am the answer to a question she is too afraid to ask out loud, then turns around and- I write to survive. I write because the pages don't flinch. But then the pages start writing back. There is a second voice now. In my journal. In my head. It doesn't comfort me. It doesn't lie to me. It crosses out my words and writes its own. And it is getting louder. I don't know who I am right now. I don't know if I'm the victim or the villain or something in between that hasn't been named yet. All I know is that someone has been watching me since before I arrived. Someone has been waiting for me to break. And Tesoro is still right there-close enough to touch, far enough to destroy me. Maybe that's what we are. Two lines getting infinitely close. Maybe we are asymptote. 📓 This is my journal. Read it if you want. Believe me if you can. But I am still writing, and nothing is finished yet.

Someone is new to town, and they are going to change her life, or so the vision says. These visions come in the form of heavily coded daymares and nightmares. She thinks this is the only ability she has and that she's the only one who has it I need to learn how to swim, or I'll keep drowning in my nightmares fiction novel

Nobody at Blackwood Academy talks about the winter festival anymore. Not after Lena Park disappeared. Not after Mira Hale lost six hours of memory. And definitely not after the police declared the entire case "an unfortunate accident." Three months later, Mira starts finding photographs she never took. Pictures of a red door that doesn't exist. Messages written in her own handwriting. And a horrifying warning: ONE OF YOU DIED THAT NIGHT. As strange memories begin resurfacing, Mira and her chaotic friend group are pulled into a terrifying mystery tied to secret experiments, disappearing students, and something called The Reset Theory. But the deeper Mira digs into the truth, the more reality itself begins to fracture. Because someone in her friend group is lying. Someone remembers every reset. And someone was never supposed to survive the first timeline.

The Fly Bettys is a young adult mystery novel by Juan Mendez Scott, the first in The Curious Quinn Mystery Series, about high school sophomore Quinn who investigates the murder of her friend Michelle Martin, a member of the popular "Fly Bettys" clique, uncovering secrets and a dangerous love affair. The book explores themes of friendship, betrayal, and secrets within a popular clique, leading to a deadly confrontation.

A young man wakes up with a guitar beside him in the prime of his life... but the life he was supposed to have is missing, leaving behind nothing but silence and confusion.

The Day of the Dead is coming. Not all supernatural gifts are created equal. For Elliot Fencer, his prophetic waves have caused him to drift apart from his family and friends over the years. To protect the people he holds dear, he's spent years pushing everyone away. His twin sister, Enid, sees the world differently. She talks to and befriends spirits as if they were old friends. Unashamed, she refuses to let the dead or her brother stay lonely. As their eighteenth birthday nears, a heavy aura starts to envelop their hometown of Bumble, Georgia. Government agents move in the shadows. A demon lurks in plain sight. And the Grim Reaper plans its next purge as the twins find each other again. The past and future are colliding, and the twins are at the center of it all. What to expect: Slow burn paranormal & character-driven drama/Reconnection arcs/Eerie small-town vibes/Themes of forgiveness and overcoming trauma/Supernatural creatures with unique spins. Release schedule: Every Friday.

Ochaco, a hero in training discovers she may have stronger feelings for a certain blonde villain than deku and refuses to accept the idea... Toga, a villain finds herself close to death and thinking of a certain heroine, suddenly overtaking her crush on even deku... And what happens when opposing sides collide? --- Info chapters are lame so real quick, If you choose too read this, I will reveal the truth of the nature of this glorious ship, and of course how I believe it can work WARNING, you should already know this if your looking for this ship but it's not healthy and especially in particular here with how I've decided to go about the story here this time around, but it gets better and that's all that matters Specifically after these first two chapters, you'll see if you stick around There are also slight spoilers for season 5, as it starts of with two "random" segments from the anime in a sort of retelling but of course from the pov of Toga and Ochaco I'm actually rather confident my version of the characters are pretty accurate, although of course none of them characters are mine I also wanna make it clear, I just wanna tell a story with these characters, I wouldn't actually change MHA for the world, just a fun what if scenario go watch MHA if for some reason you wound up here and you haven't, you won't regret it All art provided in the fic is mine, don't touch it I made it The cover art is of course a placeholder, fear not I'm working on it on and off whenever I get the chance

Elara Nyx is forgetting things. Not small things. Important things. Dangerous things. Every time she gets close to the truth... she wakes up the next day with no memory of it. But the evidence doesn't disappear. Notes in her handwriting. Messages she doesn't remember sending. And one warning, repeated over and over- "DON'T TRUST ANYONE." Especially him. The boyfriend who smiles too easily. The one who tells her she's just overthinking. The one who never seems surprised when she forgets. And somewhere in the background- a stranger watches. Waiting. Like he's seen this happen before. Like he's been forgotten before. "You forgot again," he says. And this time- Elara isn't sure she wants to remember.

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 15 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)