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They Call Me Death (A Pjo, HoO, & Solangelo Fanfiction) ✅

BridgetDiAngelo

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Reads 17,026
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Parts 43
Time 1h 2m

BridgetDiAngelo

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"They call me Death-" But before the masked boy could finish, his witness interrupted him.

"YOU'RE THAT MASS MURDERER?!" 

The boy then chuckled, pulling down his mask to reveal dark brown eyes, pale cheeks, and a nest of rich, black curls.

"They call me Death." He repeated, pausing for a moment to flash a grin. "But yeah. I guess I am 'that mass murderer'."All Rights Reserved

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Demented by newwone

"Oh my god!!!" I screamed as I pulled at my hair. My eyes were red and my tan face was now pale. "What's the matter, dear?" My mom asked from downstairs. Trembled with absolute fear and horror, my eyes began to water as I quietly say. "I-It's the doll mom. Oh my god, it's the doll."

Broken Mate by falserealities

**UNEDITED**"Are you going to love me, or hurt me?" I asked as I stared into ocean blue eyes. "Princess why would I ever hurt you?" For a long moment I couldn't answer, but I took a big breath and said the words I remembered from my father,"because I'm worthless. I am not pretty. And I definitely am not suit to be a luna or anybody. I'm weak and should not be a part of anything" I looked up to see him staring at me with hard pointed eyes.

Freedom (sequel to Dominance [H.S]) by zarrystories

"Look at me" he whispered as he forced me to look into his cold and green eyes. "I can't" I muttered "it's like I don't know you anymore"

Cold by Whitaker2011

"Hi am eve, nice to meet you" I stood there looking at his tall form, specially his eyes. He has the most amazing grey eyes my 16yr old self has ever seen. But he just stood there looking at me like a child who shouldn't be talking. Ok, what do you want me to do about it, he said with such coldness to his tone, all I did was stand there trying to keep my cool. The one thing I knew that moment was Henry was going to be a pain in my ass.

The Camp by JackieGibson

Vitani sensed a presence behind her and turned to find a man, almost a boy really, staring at her like someone who just got caught doing something bad. He had skin a darker brown than any she had ever seen, and she was close enough to see his eyes were green. He was wearing black armor with a red insignia. Her books tumbled from her hands, as she looked around and saw more men dressed like him dragging her friends and neighbors out of their homes. She turned back just in time to see the swing of his fists And then blackness.

I'll be okey | ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ sᴇᴀᴠᴇʏ by MajaRabea

sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ ᴏғ "ᴜɴʙᴇʟɪᴠᴀʙʟᴇ" ᴀɴᴅ "ʙɪɢ ᴘʟᴀɴs" 🤍 "Please.. don't leave. Never again." He whispered in my ear, took my hand and turned me to him so I could look into his eyes. They have lost expression. The blue in his eyes grew cloudy.

His Greatest Sanctity by lote003

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

The Funeral Style by PaperMars

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"

WDYLMA (WDW- Jonah Marais) by Layla_Marais

"I told you to stay away from me!" I yelled, pushing him back, causing him to stumble backwards a couple inches. he grabbed my arms, pulling me closer to him. he looked at me with pure anger in his eyes. I couldn't tell what was going through his head, but I knew that he wasn't going to leave me alone.... He never leaves me alone.

A DYSPRAXIA LOVE STORY by HuggingWords

Completed, but under editing and rewriting. Situation and diction may change, but not the storyline or character. *** "W-when d-did t-they b-build a w-w all on t-the h-hallway?" I asked no one in particular. I rubbed my head with my eyes shut to ease the pain that shot through my head. The sound of laughter made me freeze with my hand on my head. I opened my eyes, slowly. Three handsome boys were staring at me. No, two of the boys were trying to stifle a smile while one of the boys was staring blankly at me. Rude much? It seemed he was the one I hit and not a wall. Thanks Mary for stating the obvious. I stared at his chest probably because he was taller than I am and I had to look up to meet his face. His abs were visible through the blue shirt he wore. Staring at abs in this situation. Oh God! I'm weird. "First you get to be called a wall, interesting. And now, she is checking you out. It isn't fair. Why do you always get the beautiful ones?" One of the boys groaned. I blushed. I was checking a guy out. Wait, What? Did I just blush? Kill me! "I- I m seery, I debt mean to hat you." What did I just say? This couldn't get any worse. The boys looked shocked even the mute handsome boy looked a little bit surprised. Why did I keep calling him handsome? "I-I'm s-sorry I h-hit you, I d-didn't mean to," that sounded better. "Oh," one of the boys said. Oh! Indeed. I was expecting a reply, but the handsome boy in front of me refused to talk. Is he dumb or deaf? "I am Tom. And I am not dumb nor deaf," he said and walked away. I didn't say that aloud, did I? Guess I did. "You did, baby girl," one of the two boys said an. He waved at me dragging his smirking friend with him. That was embarrassing.

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Demented

"Oh my god!!!" I screamed as I pulled at my hair. My eyes were red and my tan face was now pale. "What's the matter, dear?" My mom asked from downstairs. Trembled with absolute fear and horror, my eyes began to water as I quietly say. "I-It's the doll mom. Oh my god, it's the doll."