Eleonores Lachen
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𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝑰 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬 ✧ 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑺
"How can Cupid... how could you be so cruel?" I curse lowly. Who could have imagined something like this happening to me? It had been so long since everything happened, but somehow the pain in my heart never left. The memories starts to flashback into my mind as I start to process what is happening in front of me, and why my past heartbreaks are all gathered at the same place. Nightmare, my childhood friend and first love. My first ever heartbreak. I tend to find him in everyone I have loved. He was cold and unpredictable but he was also warm and considerate at times... He was complicated but I loved all of him. Error, the one I chased over and one I was not willing to give up. He stood up from the rest and gave color to my world. All my poems were dedicated to him and him alone. Dust, possibly my other half. He felt like my soulmate. Everything about him made me feel like we were meant for each other. We shared the same interests about everything but I was wrong about one thing. We didn't share the same feelings. His heart belonged to my best friend. Killer, a flirty guy who people often rumored as the playboy. Most girls had fallen in love with his charm and personality. I was one of those unfortunate ones who fell right into his trap. But I... I saw something in him that other people couldn't see; there was something beneath those sweet grins. Horror. My comfort. My home. The one who filled the gap. The one who I think of every little nice thing. I love him so much to the point where I feel like the pain that would come with it would be worse than death. It had to be avoided. Cross. I was always drawn into him. He was my best-est friend. The one who I can count on everytime. The shoulder I can lean to when needed. The one who made me feel like I am the best thing that ever happened in his life. He was perfect while I am just... me. So why did I have to see them again? Why now? Love is not something I want to go through again... never again. <\3
Lie To Me.
I don't know who I am. I have clues but it's only bits and pieces. I have a name, or at least I've been given one. I have a life, it's not necessarily worth living, but I'm alive. I have a story but I don't think there's a point in sharing. Yet here we are. *Triggering content*Complete
"It didn't have to be this way"
There is a world out there where I could have been happy. Where we could have been friends, and you could have benefited from what I know. Unfortunately, we don't live there. This is not a romance novel. Do not think this is a romance. Not all mobile devices will be able to show all the text accurately, as I use fonts as a conveyer of mental health. Warning Every warning you can think of. There will be gore rape torture and what is worse. Also, I make stories by writing the story plot and everything, and rewriting it to fit in the small details. The chapters all the final ones but the story itself has been finished.
Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader
The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07Complete
Slay My Soul
There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.Complete
The California Nursing Home
In an attempt to improve my English, I've been chatting with the resident of a California nursing home. This one night he forgot the camera on and I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. Something that shouldn't be there. Something that would change my life forever.Complete![Killer Romance [Book 1] [Jeff the Killer x Reader] [JTK]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/27982128-256-k14562.jpg)
Killer Romance [Book 1] [Jeff the Killer x Reader] [JTK]
Ten days? You have ten days left to live, but in those ten days, you have to act like you're dating him. What type of situation is that? A messed up one. Petty secrets... Incumbent lies... Weird, right? You don't even know this guy and, quite frankly, you're scared to death. It almost seems like fate is tempting you, slowly luring you into a black hole of what your life will soon be. But what will happen if Jeff seems to slowly attach himself to you? Will his protective actions be enough to keep away those dirty secrets and lies that are locked away in the barricades of his mind? Some lies may just be a cover, and some truths may lead to others, but there is an even bigger picture that you may not be alive to paint. Your life is about to turn into a nightmare. How many days will you last? (The reader is identified as female in this story. However, this does not mean other gender identities cannot read this.) -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Summer Creepypasta Awards (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *1st Place in Creepy/Evil/Supernatural 2015 Summer xReader FanFiction Awards (@FanFiction_Awards)* *#210 in Fanfiction* -+- First book in the Killer Romance Series. (Jeff the Killer x Reader) I don't own Jeff the Killer and I don't own you. Most of the characters presented in this book do not belong to me. Picture used in the cover isn't mine. Credit to the creator. -+- 2023 UPDATE: I wrote this story almost 10 years ago when I was a teenager. Reading back through it now, I can see so many things I wish I wrote differently. So many things that I find just... cringy. It's one of the reasons I cannot complete the series. I really wish that one day I'll rewrite this entire thing to be more sensible. For now, I hope that you can enjoy what gave me so much joy as a teen. Thank you to everyone who has come back to leave such nice comments after so many years. I will return to writing one day.Complete
Simple Steps To Insanity
"I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed." all credit goes to a creepypasta tumblr pageComplete
"How can Cupid... how could you be so cruel?" I curse lowly. Who could have imagined something like this happening to me? It had been so long since everything happened, but somehow the pain in my heart never left. The memories starts to flashback into my mind as I start to process what is happening in front of me, and why my past heartbreaks are all gathered at the same place. Nightmare, my childhood friend and first love. My first ever heartbreak. I tend to find him in everyone I have loved. He was cold and unpredictable but he was also warm and considerate at times... He was complicated but I loved all of him. Error, the one I chased over and one I was not willing to give up. He stood up from the rest and gave color to my world. All my poems were dedicated to him and him alone. Dust, possibly my other half. He felt like my soulmate. Everything about him made me feel like we were meant for each other. We shared the same interests about everything but I was wrong about one thing. We didn't share the same feelings. His heart belonged to my best friend. Killer, a flirty guy who people often rumored as the playboy. Most girls had fallen in love with his charm and personality. I was one of those unfortunate ones who fell right into his trap. But I... I saw something in him that other people couldn't see; there was something beneath those sweet grins. Horror. My comfort. My home. The one who filled the gap. The one who I think of every little nice thing. I love him so much to the point where I feel like the pain that would come with it would be worse than death. It had to be avoided. Cross. I was always drawn into him. He was my best-est friend. The one who I can count on everytime. The shoulder I can lean to when needed. The one who made me feel like I am the best thing that ever happened in his life. He was perfect while I am just... me. So why did I have to see them again? Why now? Love is not something I want to go through again... never again. <\3
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