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.]

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

Used to staying up all night, caught up with the past Lenore shared with her twin brother, she never expected anyone to be up with her. The dim light of the moon shone on his face as she couldn't help but question him. "Why me? Why now?" She pleaded for answers but all she got was a simple shrug. Lenore wished everything was as simple as that shrug. The creaks behind her growing louder as the patterns around her grew stronger, a stranger in the shadows. Was Lenore watching or being watched? Started 24/06/25

fires that burn in the quiet are much more likely to scar the ones closest to them. #1 in bigmama feb' 26😏

Some secrets should stay buried... but mine clearly didn't get the memo. What we left behind... and what found us. His shadow. My secrets.

It's New Year's, or so that's what the calendar says. For Aria, it's June 2nd, the day both her parents died. Ever since then, she's been living in a loop - well, close enough. There's this one guy who always, and I mean ALWAYS, bumps into her on Aria's way to work. He excuses himself, blabs about how it won't happen again, and scurries off hurriedly. Until one day, Aria decides to change up the loop a bit.

"If only what I thought was enough"

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)

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.

Eighteen months after vecnas defeat the party is back together to celebrate graduation, but something Feels different in Hawkins. Maybe shes been away for too long, but robin can't shake the feeling that something is different. Memories don't align, details are wrong, and strange happenings around town catch Robin's attention. Hawkins isn't the only things that's different, though. As Robin works to understand what's happening, she finds herself getting distracted by a certain wheeler, that until recently, she believed to be straight. But, can she balance the stress of saving Hawkins, an unstable family, and a heated brewing romance? -------------- Robin POV Ronance fic inspired by the conformity gate theory

After witnessing her best friend's death, Vivian Maxwell realizes her obedience is gone. Determined to find answers leading to her death, Vivian takes risks she has never has before to uncover the truth. In order to gather answers, she must work with Sophie's arrogant older sister, Natalie. The main question is, how well do you really know your best friend?

Lydia's visions started as paranoia-until they started coming true. Betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, she sees disasters no one believes: near-deaths, stabbings, betrayals. But every warning costs her sanity, jobs, and safety. Is she cursed with foresight... or finally cracking? A psychological thriller of cursed love and unstoppable fate.

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.

Connie Springer is a mess. He hates college, hates making decisions, and hates how much easier it is to hide in his dorm than face the world. Sasha Braus is the one person who makes everything feel survivable-his best friend, his comfort, and the girl he's absolutely not supposed to fall for. One fake relationship, a very real kiss, and a lifetime of emotional fences later, Connie is forced to confront the thing he's been avoiding the most: wanting something enough to choose it. Slow burn. Fake dating. Emotional idiots in love. I'm a newer writer so don't hate too bad

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. When a "boy-free" movement spreads through their school, it moves fast, but with the Christmas disco days away, tensions rise, lines are drawn, and no one notices what's been slipped into the punch. 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

In a world where magic is feared and gods are forgotten, Nythera has lived a quiet life under the care of a reclusive lorekeeper. But on one clear night, the sky ignites with a streak of silver-beautiful, impossible, and seen by no one but her. When whispers of old power spread through her village, Nythera is thrust from safety into a world that calls her dangerous, cursed, and hunted. With only her childhood friend Dael to guide her, she must navigate zealots, forgotten relics, and the pull of something far greater than she could have imagined. As her own powers awaken, Nythera faces a terrifying truth: to survive, she may have to embrace the very essence that has shaped her-and risk everything to awaken a god. Veil of Winter is a story of power, trust, and the fragile line between destiny and destruction, and the first book in the Eirath series.

In chess, there is always an end... and to reach that end, moves will be limited, but it's those limitations are what allows us to enjoy every last moment of our lives.

Twelve years after losing his wife and daughter, a man known as Lucas Merrick hunts the people he believes destroyed his family. Guided by a voice he trusts more than his own memory, Lucas follows a list of names-each one tied to blood, guilt, and unfinished business. The killings feel justified. Necessary. Almost merciful. But grief distorts time. Memory lies. And some voices don't belong to anyone else. As the truth fractures, Lucas discovers that the past he's been running from isn't chasing him anymore-it's already inside him. The man he thought he was may never have existed at all. This isn't a revenge story. It's the echo of one. And once the truth speaks, it doesn't stop.

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

Take a ride to the dark side of the human heart. Is it love, lust, or leverage? What happens when a muse seduces their poet? This narrated epic (poem) fiction contains a collection of narrative persona poems, detailing each step of the narrator's descent from art into chaos. There are three parts: Impersonation, Persona, and Personnel. Three poems will be posted every three days, until completion. The foreword explains how this poetry book is meta-fiction, a satire about poets using muses. *This story is complete. Please read the narrative poems in chronological order.*