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Deception

Its_A_Bookish_Thing

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Reads 71
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Parts 4
Time 55m

Its_A_Bookish_Thing

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Wesley Peterson trudged through the front door of his new 'home'. However, home had never been a place for him. His home was always in people. And his father ripped his home right under his feet, letting him fall onto the front door welcome mat of Quinberry Lane. 
 
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He stood between the two fading yellow lines, back towards the house. Brown eyes vacant, as if reminiscing a disturbing memory, he looked ahead of him. Jordan's hands pounded against the glass window of the house the boy was leaving behind. He was screaming but nothing could be heard. In vain, he continued the futile process of creating as much racket as possible.  

The boy, however, still stood in between the yellow lines, statuesque. The oncoming beams of headlights sliced through the thick fog and the suffocating darkness. 

It always ended that way, always. 

A never ending loop; always ending in death.All Rights Reserved

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Dear Mr. Ghost Sir ~ Lashton Hemwin✔️ by Dejected_Iero

In the year 2008, a blond eighteen year old by the name Luke Hemmings died a brutal death in an old, cheap apartment. His body was found nearly a week later by his landlord when he came to collect rent. His throat had been ripped out and his chest had been stabbed multiple times. Few mourned for the teenager, as he only had one true friend and his parents had kicked him out of the house as soon as he turned of age, not caring for him one bit. But there was one person who cared. His name is Ashton Irwin... And he likes to write to the ghost living in his apartment. (I just miss writting letter type stuff) #149 in Paranormal

ATLANTIS | jeff the killer x male reader by dachiwos

you have been living alone at your parents house, since they died in a plane crash. one day your life twists all around, not how you planned it to be, including a psychotic serial killer and his friends. WARNING! this story contains: -knives -mention of killing -gore scenes -strong language!

Until You Found Me by Ezra_Ann_

Quinn at 17 years old doesn't live with his parents. His parents kicked him out last year for coming out to them. He lives in the bad part of town and in a run down apartment that he pays for by working at the local mechanic shop. Walking home from work one night he finds a dirty and starving 3 year old boy who's parents died 6 months ago from drug overdoses. Quinn takes Justin home and raises him as his own son. Quinn plans on adopting Justin when he turns 18. The only person that knows about them is the older, widowed neighbor lady, Mrs. Preston, who watches Justin while Quinn works. Quinn and Mrs. Preston have a plan set in place in case someone questions Quinn and Justin's situation. A stranger moves into town bringing his 1967 Chevy Camaro to the garage Quinn works at. Quinn finds him attractive but knows he can't get to close to anyone until he adopt Justin, hell, not even then. His priority is Justin, nothing else.

Ghostly (Narry) by treatpeoplewithnarry

Zayn stood in the doorway, staring at his murdered best friend who was laying pale-faced and limp, in a pool of his own blood. *** Niall finds himself as a ghost - sort of. He is a ghost during the day in a sense that no one can see him, but when the sun goes down he is once again human. Or as human as a dead guy can get. He is forever trapped in the apartment that he was murdered in. Niall needs to find a way to move on or get his life back, if either is still possible. ***My ideas, not my characters.

Don't Forget Me In The Morning by BandsOrBust

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

Wake of the Dead | One by Lup1ne

#1 in LGBT 9/23/21, #1 in Horror 9/23/21, #2 in BxB 9/23/21, #1 in ZombieApocalypse 9/23/21 Killian's eyes flickered up to Jasper. In the afternoon sunlight, the younger man's hazel irises brightened into a beautiful, golden honey-brown. Jasper was speechless for a few split seconds, until he managed to make his mind work out what to say next. "We're a team. That means no man gets left behind. I'll come back for you, I promise." ________________________ Killian-Grey has survived on his own for five months since the world was taken over by the dead. Desperation drives him to accidentally stealing somebody's food. A plea for help after being stabbed is answered by Jasper Adachi, an ex-military soldier determined to save the innocent and bring Killian back to the safety of his group. The two make an unlikely pair, but soon realize their survival may depend on one another more than they had initially thought. When the time comes, will Killian join Jasper's group, or wander out on his own once again? The dead are dangerous, but the living are cruel. If the two are to survive, they'll need to learn to get along and stick together. Will they work as a team, or become one of the dead? Copyright 2020 © All Rights Reserved ________________________ *Currently being edited* ________________________ Since mock websites are becoming more common unfortunately, I have to give the disclaimer that this story is only being published on Wattpad, if you see it anywhere else let me know so I can warn my followers and also be aware that it could make your device vulnerable to malware. Story is not recommended for anybody under 17 years of age due to: • Gore • Violence • Strong language

Can't Get You Out of My Head (please get out of my head I'm begging) (bxb) by itsmeimthevampire

[ONC2024] Everyone can read minds except for Ethan Langdon. And Ethan Langdon has the dumbest (and cutest!) thoughts Lukas Hoffmann has ever heard. ____ Lukas Hoffman's life in Brambleburg is about as boring as you'd expect for a town where everyone can read minds. He's used to his routine of dusting the LPs at the record store where he works and helping out his grandma around the house. Nothing in Brambleburg changes. No one in Brambleburg changes. Until Ethan Langdon stumbles in with the soggy remnants of a paper map, asking for the quickest route to Berlin. Ethan, it turns out, doesn't have telepathy, and as aggravatingly inane as his thoughts are, Lukas hasn't felt the excitement of meeting a stranger since.... well, ever. And the more Lukas listens, the more he starts enjoying Ethan's cute thoughts about life, the universe, and Lukas's dimples. ____ Might bring to mind: "Cherry Magic" but set in a fictive European town where everyone except the love interest can read minds. ____ Written for the Open Novella Contest 2024 using prompts 8, 75, 82, and 85. 8. You start singing along to a movie soundtrack late at night forgetting that your window is open. Someone from the outside starts singing with you. 75. You awake in the middle of the night to a voice saying loudly "May the force be with you..." 82. You wake up on a seemingly ordinary day to discover that your thoughts are not private. There is someone else in your head with you. 85. "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that freaking window. What are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it."

FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+ by Kvng_Diamond

The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face. And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him. His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier" "It's fine" I managed to croak "I was scared and confused but not anymore" I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank. "Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes. I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious. What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me. But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask. Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for. The only person my body lusted for. I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own. ****************************************************** VOTE

Escape is Only Temporary [boyxboy] by FKNichols17

Shepherd had run all his life. Constant, unabating movement that consumed him. It was relentless, be it the demons within his own mind or external pursuers out of his control, there was always another beast snapping at his heel, urging him forward in the eternal chase. But that was behind him. He was settled now, happy, hidden away from the prying eyes and reaching claws. Until He returned. Reece Greymoore, a name Shepherd so desperately wished to eradicate from his mind. Their meeting had been brief, a lifetime ago, ending on soured notes that Shepherd no longer allowed to disturb his slumber. Reece shouldn't have found him, and yet there he was, speaking of friendship and favours and other pleasantries that had Shepherd's guard firmly bolstered around himself. But Reece never appeared in a shower of sunshine and rose petals. Rather, he spoke of so much worse, of threats to Shepherd's very life. Promises of safety fell upon deaf ears, disbelief a much more comforting blanket to reside within. Reece was not only an alpha but he was a ghost, a figure within Shepherd's past that should have never arisen. He arrived with death and dismay in his wake, sweet words weren't repayment enough. Reece's presence had shattered the fragile cage around Shepherd, allowing the light in, reminding him of the freedom of the chase. The roots he had planted were withering, tearing apart beneath him, leaving nothing but rot and decay where he stood. Maybe running was just how it was meant to be...

The Naughty List | MxM by ElijahDiva

Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.

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Dear Mr. Ghost Sir ~ Lashton Hemwin✔️ cover

ATLANTIS | jeff the killer x male reader cover

Until You Found Me cover

Ghostly (Narry) cover

Don't Forget Me In The Morning cover

Wake of the Dead | One cover

Can't Get You Out of My Head (please get out of my head I'm begging) (bxb) cover

FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+ cover

Escape is Only Temporary [boyxboy] cover

The Naughty List | MxM cover

Dear Mr. Ghost Sir ~ Lashton Hemwin✔️

In the year 2008, a blond eighteen year old by the name Luke Hemmings died a brutal death in an old, cheap apartment. His body was found nearly a week later by his landlord when he came to collect rent. His throat had been ripped out and his chest had been stabbed multiple times. Few mourned for the teenager, as he only had one true friend and his parents had kicked him out of the house as soon as he turned of age, not caring for him one bit. But there was one person who cared. His name is Ashton Irwin... And he likes to write to the ghost living in his apartment. (I just miss writting letter type stuff) #149 in Paranormal