Unreliablenarrator Stories

Komi was good at most things in her life. Except for math...and confrontation -but other than that, she was smooth sailing it. Pish posh she may have been adopted by the number two hero under the guidance of helping his youngest son fulfil his personal desires, Komi was fine! She was...fairly happy! And hey, maybe her quirk being on the more physical side wasn't an ideal setting, but that quirk is what got Komi through the UA High School Hero Exam and earned her a spot in Class 1A, along side her brother. Komi just had to learn to live with her quirk, because whether she liked it or not, her quirk wasn't going away any time soon. Oh, and maybe, small chance, per-say that Komi finally starts acting like how most people do her age now that she's free from Endeavour's tormented hands. And maybe there's one, or two...possibly three and why not just say like a million things she's missed out on that she's now learning. Oh- also, she's goated, yeah, her quirk is literally insane, so here's her story on how she became a top hero. so, as a disclaimer, i do not own my hero academia/ boku no hero academia. the series belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, this is a fan fiction i just came up with whereas an oc was placed into the series. said character does not exist in the anime. STARTED; 14th of Feburary 2023 FINISHED; tbd ❪ 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 ❫ ─── © -AFRICKENGOD mhaxoc #1 JULY, AUGUST, SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER 2024 unreliablenarrator #1 JULY, AUGUST, OCTOBER, NOVEMBER, DECEMBER 2024 bakugoxoc #1 JULY, AUGUST, DECEMBER 2024 class1a #1 JULY, AUGUST 2024 katsukibakugo #1 AUGUST, OCTOBER 2024 endeavour #1 AUGUST, SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER 2024 todorokifamily #1 DECEMBER 2024 bnha #2 OCTOBER 2024

❝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.

"ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʏ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ." femocxcoriolanussnow

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• "Oh who is she? A misty memory; A haunting face..... is she a lost embrace?" . . . . You can't remember who you were or are or... what or where you came from like mist every time you try to reach to slips through your fingers -.. --- -. .----. - / -... . .-.. .. . ...- . / - .... . -- / .. - .----. ... / .- / .-.. .. . ..--..

In a town too small to keep secrets, three lives orbit each other in a fragile dance of masks and motives. Maya, the quiet observer, begins to question the shadows she's lived in all her life-until a stranger with smoke in his voice lights a match under her world. As admiration festers into resentment and loyalty twists into control, the line between victim and villain blurs. When the girl in the spotlight starts to dim, one slip is all it takes for truth to fall screaming over the edge. And in the hush that follows, someone learns how to breathe again-no matter the cost. Some masks aren't worn, they're stitched into the skin.

Republic of Anfisnardo, where Civil War never comes to an end.

Asano Yasunari has already decided how his life will end. At sixteen, he drifts through school like a ghost. Constantly skipping his classes, pushing people away, and blaming an invisible "fate" for everything he has become. But as cracks begin to form in what he calls his life, he is forced to face a horrifying possibility: What if fate was never the one controlling him?

Aarav feels everything... a few seconds too late. As his reality begins to fracture, he is forced to question the one thing he trusted most-his own existence. Some minds don't break loudly. They disappear quietly.

I did everything I was supposed to. I followed instructions. I smiled when they watched and stayed quiet when they didn't. If people were hurt along the way, it wasn't because I wanted it. It was because they didn't listen. They never do. They call me deceptive now, dangerous. But those are just words people use when they realize they were wrong about you. I remember every choice I made, and each one was necessary. If I guided things in a certain direction, it was only to protect what mattered. You'll hear other versions of what happened. Don't believe them. I'm the only one telling you this honestly. And if the truth feels unsettling... that isn't my fault. ________________ Sai here 📸, Disclaimer ALL of the art shown does not BELONG to me. CREDITS to all of the talented artists in pinterest. If your art is shown in here, please contact me if u want credit/removal. Hello, sai message here. Sorry for any mistakes made by me, because english isn't my first language. But please kindly do let me know of any mistakes or errors that were made. Thanks, Much love and Enjoy "Dear Serena", Sai.

"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."

Every villain has a story. Every hero has a secret. Nixi started a fire two days ago. She got away with it. She gets bad grades. Her hair is a mess. She sticks her nose where it doesn't belong. And she knows exactly what she is: the antagonist of this story. She's not changing. Then there's Evie. Blonde highlights. Blue eyes. A voice that could calm a wild animal. If you look up "hero" in a dictionary, her picture would be there. She has no idea the arsonist sits three chairs behind her. Right under her nose. Two girls. Two sides. One fire. This is no fairy tale. And the villain just might be the one telling the story too. Dual POV. Short chapters. Updated every 1-2 weeks.

(dead plate AU) Rody had always been working hard, but Vincent never gave him a break, Rody was tired and decided to take melatonin to sleep better, but it had some side effects... like throwing up and some hallucinations... Manon always calls him to check hows it going, and Vincent slowly starts warming up to him too! he has two other friends called Veronica Marwiss and Raymond Ovill who also care alot about him. TW⚠️: mentions of 1. insomnia 2. vomiting/throwing up 3. Blood 4. Struggling mental health 5. sharp objects 6. Suicidal thoughts 7. Character mentioning suicide 8. Character mentioning overdosing • If any of these trigger you, then be careful or dont read!! character list: ●Rody Lamoree ●Vincent Charbonneau ●Manon Vacher ○Veronica Marwiss(oc) ○Raymond Ovill(oc) enjoy! :V

At All Saints High, the girls are done. Juliet has survived school by keeping her head down. Bethany has survived by being adored. Amber is done surviving. Soon a boy-free movement spreads through their school, but with the Christmas disco days away, tensions rise, lines are drawn, and by the time the music starts, the boys won't be the same. And the girls wonder just what they'll do to survive An entry for the 2026 ONC using my interpretation of a prompt

"She lived it all or so she thought. From a rebellious teen to a struggling life of chaos, every heartbreak, secret, and dark turn felt real... until she realized it was all hers to tell. A story within a story, a life imagined, and a twist that will make you question everything you believe."

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 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)

When Est and William move into their new home, everything seems perfect. The house is old, beautiful, and a little bit strange... exactly what they were looking for. But from the very first day, things don't quite add up. Messages that appear and disappear. Dreams that resemble memories a little too closely. A neighbor who knows more than he lets on. And a message written in the dust of a forgotten mirror that Est can't stop reading. I'm here. Who? Why? Since when? The answers are hidden within the walls. And when they finally surface, Est will discover that some truths are never truly lost... they are simply waiting for you to be ready to find them.

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.

A Romantic-Thriller | Suitable for: 16+ This story begins where another ends-with a death. Love doesn't bloom here in innocence; it ignites in the ashes of loss. Virat Singh Bedi, Ritu Singhania, and Heer Singhania are caught in a web of fate so twisted, it refuses to be unraveled. Virat and Ritu were in love, on the brink of becoming one-until tragedy struck. On the night of their engagement, Ritu is ruthlessly murdered. Her killer remains a ghost, but Virat-fierce in love, relentless in revenge-sets his soul ablaze to uncover the truth. In his hunt for vengeance, Virat storms into Heer's life-Ritu's sister-and she becomes collateral in a war she never chose. Their marriage is forced, stitched together by grief and secrets. Yet somehow, love finds a way to creep in. But fate is a cruel mistress-it never lets lovers rest. Not all players are visible. Some puppeteers remain in the shadows, twisting the game moment by moment. In this world of shifting loyalties and deadly truths, the price of love is blood-and survival is never promised. So step into this murderous season of love-where hearts collide, secrets kill, and only the dead stay loyal. Because, in this house full of secrets, everyone is an actor. But only one man is writing the script. And he doesn't believe in happy endings.