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"It matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul."

"My name is Aaron Williams. I do hope we could have met under different circumstances, but as it is I welcome you to my home. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
The girl stared at him for what might have been a full minute.
"Your home? This… cave is your home?"
Aaron frowned, straightening. "Cave? I'll have you know this is a fine crypt, young lady. Very fine indeed. You probably don't care about all the minutiae of its expensive construction, but—"
"Crypt?" she repeated, horrified. "We're in a crypt?"
"Did you know that repeating things is considered a sign of lack of intelligence?"
"Williams…" she mused, her eyes darting around. "I know that name. Williams. Williams… oh. Oh God."All Rights Reserved

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Once Upon A Bus Ride by iamtheeamani

Morgan Hall is your average teenager. That is if you consider having a billionaire CEO of a world renowned company as a dad and a fashion designer of one of the most famous lines in the world as a mother average. Let's not leave out her singer/actress of a sister who's taking the world by storm. Morgan was no doubt born with a giant silver spoon in her mouth, but her life isn't always as perfect as it seems. Aaron Smith, quiet and reserved, admired my many for his good looks. He doesn't seem to associate himself with many people. Which is why it's so strange when he finds himself becoming friends with the rich, little, daddy's girl...at least that's what he thinks of her. Fate and chance are at work when they cross paths one afternoon on a bus. Throw in crazy lives and secret identities, and you get one hell of a ride on the road to self discovery. What Morgan doesn't know is that one stubborn move could land her a new friend, and possibly even more. ~~~~~ "It's amazing...magical even, how hearing one song can take you back to a single moment or a series of them, just so you can live it all over again," he said. "I think that's the best part about music. It's like time travel you know? Going back to the past, or sometimes even visualizing the future...what we could be." "What about the sad moments?" I asked softly. "Nobody wants to re-live those." "Maybe not, but that's the entirety of it," he answered, raising his hand to brush away the hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear. "There's always good in the bad, and bad in the good. Balance." His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shock waves through me. "Can I tell you something?" I asked softly. The corner of his lips curved upwards in a small smile. "You can tell me anything."

Reaper's Pet (forbidden love) by JoselinToftlund

"I love you." Jack smiled. They looked at each other for what felt like a decade. "...no, no you don't." Willow rolled her eyes. "It seemed like the part of our fight where I should say it," he smirked, making her anger rise even more. "Why are you doing this?" He looked at her with confusion, hearing the fear in her voice. "Treating me like this? Do you hate me or something? Or do you just not care if I live or die?" His eyes widened for a second before he shook his head. "I don't hate you, nor want you to die. But I can't like you either, humans live a short life, I live forever. I can't let myself get attached to someone that will just die on me, or put you in danger," he sighed, scratching his neck. Something in his voice made her believe this wasn't his words, but rather words he had been told. Do you love reapers, forbidden love, and a bad boy you can't help but adore? Then this is the story for you! Join Willow on her journey as she discovers the hidden supernatural world that has been right under her nose for longer than she even remembers. And pray to Death for her soul, cause damn, she's gonna need it. Saving her brother, certainly brought complications Willow had never expected, like becoming a reaper's bloodbag, or as he likes to call it, pet.

Loving Aaron. by Maxahaha

-----------------♡---------SNEAK-PEAK------♡------------- -Eventually, I grabbed a tissue but she took it from me and placed it around me instead of the tip to avoid a mess. I was surprised to see her face afterwards realizing that she swallowed most of it, but couldnt say anything. -------------------♡------------♡----------- -DESCRIPTION---------------------♡----------------------♡-----------------♡-----------. . Will Aaron ever find his soul mate, or will he stick to denying his feelings? Will he ever be loved, Or is it dangerous loving Aaron...? -----☆--------------Side note ---------------------- *MATURE AND IN ONE PERSPCTIVE* Every important character will not be a minor. Story will contain mature themes like: Drugs, Murder, mention/description of corpses, blood, crimes, sexual acts, suicide and others along the line. If it bothers you please click away. It is not intended to offend you or anyone in any way, shape, or form. This story intended to be something I write when bored but I've decided to share it with people interested. Feel free to leave comments and suggest plots!!♡♡ -----------------♡----------------------♡-----------------♡----------------------------♡--------------- (Wattpad original as in it was written on Wattpad and no other platform. Thank you ^^ <3)

Judith's Shadow by pauljohnnelson

The girl from the mire: part 2 Were we ever alive? Were we ever here? Were we ever? Judith exists in a graveyard. Her tombstone is so old that it looks like a smooth glacial stone. Protrudes into her dusty, dormant grass world. Inhabitants are terrified of their interpretation of her, since they can only witness Judith's shadow. To such corporeal, it seems like nothing casts a dark reflection upon the corpse grey rocks and the twisty dead border trees. She grins into every nervous wretch with each encounter. But something lures. At the bottom of a dirty old lake there's a house where a back door to another world sparks a glitter in her curiosity. Adventure awaits the graveyard girl if she decides that it's time to leave the purgatory of her home. Judith's been numb for so long that she's forgotten what it's like to feel. No knowledge of society and its etiquette. Naked before the spectre of such ideological apparatus. Maybe it's truly time to be departed. Her red head axe awaits through the vertical rabbit hole. So does the bone saw horror of who she might've been. "The living night is dissipated in the brightness of death." Michel Foucault Warning: graphic violence and graphic sex. 18+ Second place in the 2022 Lotus awards Adventure genre. Fist place in the 2022 Lotus awards Science Fiction genre. First place in the 2022 Witchwood awards writing style category.

Powerful Boy. (English) by MonoTieso

The past is a cruel dictator of our future and pain is just one more emotion that hurts us all. Aaron opens his swollen eyes once again after the tenth night in which he has not stopped crying and suffering, something so common among us that I even feel sorry for him. Yet that creeping pain and confusion is just the tip of the iceberg that is about to sink your life even further, if that's possible. The real reason for his cruel present is hidden in the blurry memories of his past, which he must uncover without the help of anyone. After the last stab in his back decided not to heal, he realized only one thing. You can not trust anyone. Not even in yourself, for a traitor can come from anywhere. It will be difficult for him to achieve the peace and normal life that he longs for so much, but one thing is certain, he will not rest until he frees his wrists from the chains that bind him ... or from whoever ties him cruelly ... When he believed that he had finally managed to clear up the doubts of his past and that his life could finally take a correct path, as if the writer of his life was playing selflessly with words, the greatest of his secrets came to light. Will he be able to meet his own expectations, or will he only destroy himself by trying? "Power or Will, you decide" He ... He chose both. - #21 in Science, 20/08/2021 - #01 in NewHistory, 20/08/2021 - #65 in Can, 03/09/2021 - #49 in Lifetime, 03/09/2021

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?"

Possibility of the Future by SCCourtney

The clock was ticking, measuring time down to the last second. The last heartbeat. The last breath. The last moment I would have on this Earth. It was a slippery slope and I knew when I saw the bottom, that was it. My time was up. When Georgiana Vertigo was given only a handful of years left to live, it was hard to see the possibilities of what the future could bring. With the past locked away in the dark recesses of her mind, Georgiana set off to live the last few years as best as she could. Quicker than any Slayer before her, she worked her way up the ranks of Sword & Arrow to become the Guild's Second in Command. When it comes time for the current Leader to step down and chose a successor, Georgiana is her would-be choice. However, before she can step into the role, she must solve the current case she is working on. A serial killer is murdering prominent members of the Otherworld community and leaving them on display in very public, very human places. It's not the first murder case she's ever worked but there is something different about this one. The simple assignment is soon made difficult when the latest intended victim survives and she's forced to protect him. A task that should be easy, even with the time constraint of solving the case in a week, but it's clear everything will become complicated when she learns who she'll be protecting and who is committing the murders.

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

VENGEANCE by KTcreates

"I don't care if it's your fight... because for you my love, only for YOU... I am ready to take all the pain, even the one that isn't meant for me," ---------------------------------------- Sitting in her car she made her way towards a specific place, a place where no living being wants to visit... at least till they are alive. Parking the car she stepped outside feeling the cold ground under her feet, with her trembling legs she made her way to a specific spot, she moved like a lifeless body, like a body without soul... falling on her knees... she screamed, a scream so loud, so painful that no one can imagine, she clenched her chest in a fist trying to ease the pain, but the burning sensation wasn't ready to calm anytime soon. "who did this to you?", "who could be such a monster to do this to you?" She asked with hopes, but... how can a greave speak?. She looked in front but everything was blocked by the tears in her eyes. Wiping her tears, she looked at the name engraved on it... 'WINTER ISABELLA PERKINS'. With a whisper she said, "I promise... promise to avenge your death... they will suffer, the same way you did". Standing up, she looked at the grave for the last time and spoke, "Now, I will only come here when I have given those monsters what they deserve, till then... please try to forgive me". She made her way outside while dialing someone's number on her phone. Within 4 rings the other side picked up, without waiting for a reply she ordered, "I want to shift my university branch from Orlin to GlenWood", "Why?" the other side asked, "I'll explain it to you later", "But it-" before the person could ask something she hung up. Starting the engine, she went back to her house with nothing but... VENGEANCE in her mind. ---------------------------------------- But how her life will turn, when someone unexpected becomes a part of her fight.

Bird Wings by LauraTiffany11312

Wren's life is about to change forever - but not how she expects it to. Kidnapped on her wedding day, she finds herself trapped in a mountain cave, unable to return home with no company outside of the inhuman creature that took her. *** "Wait, Wren! Not that way!" It was darker here and panic limited her vision, but she could see it reaching for her; its wings like two huge looming shadows behind it. "Get away! Don't touch me! No, let me go!" She shrieked. She screamed in earnest as a hand took hold of her arm, and then even more when her own hand reached for something to hang onto and grasped at empty air. She had been scrambling towards a sudden drop! The hands hauled her back, but she still struggled. She didn't want to look at it, and she still wasn't sure she wouldn't rather take her chances with the open air instead. "Stop it, I'm not going to hurt you! You'll hit your head on the rock or something. Wren, please!" It knew her name. Somehow it knew her. She was going to die! "Let me go! Stop touching me!" She was sitting on the rocky floor now with her back against an uneven wall, and it was trying to pin her down and hold her still. She kept her eyes turned away and struggled helplessly, but it was no use. It was strong like a human man too, and she couldn't keep it off of her. The wings had moved until they curved around them both and shut out a lot of the light. Its face was so near hers that she could feel its breath brushing against her skin. "Please just look at me for a second. Just look. I'm not going to hurt you." One of the hands grabbed her chin and forced her head to turn, and then she was looking straight into a pair of dark brown eyes. It had a human face too. She had been expecting something monstrous or ghastly, and the surprise made her falter for a moment. He looked young, with a bad haircut and an earnest expression on his face. "I'll let go of you, okay? Just don't lunge around like that anymore, you'll get hurt." He whispered.

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Once Upon A Bus Ride cover

Reaper's Pet (forbidden love) cover

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Once Upon A Bus Ride

Morgan Hall is your average teenager. That is if you consider having a billionaire CEO of a world renowned company as a dad and a fashion designer of one of the most famous lines in the world as a mother average. Let's not leave out her singer/actress of a sister who's taking the world by storm. Morgan was no doubt born with a giant silver spoon in her mouth, but her life isn't always as perfect as it seems. Aaron Smith, quiet and reserved, admired my many for his good looks. He doesn't seem to associate himself with many people. Which is why it's so strange when he finds himself becoming friends with the rich, little, daddy's girl...at least that's what he thinks of her. Fate and chance are at work when they cross paths one afternoon on a bus. Throw in crazy lives and secret identities, and you get one hell of a ride on the road to self discovery. What Morgan doesn't know is that one stubborn move could land her a new friend, and possibly even more. ~~~~~ "It's amazing...magical even, how hearing one song can take you back to a single moment or a series of them, just so you can live it all over again," he said. "I think that's the best part about music. It's like time travel you know? Going back to the past, or sometimes even visualizing the future...what we could be." "What about the sad moments?" I asked softly. "Nobody wants to re-live those." "Maybe not, but that's the entirety of it," he answered, raising his hand to brush away the hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear. "There's always good in the bad, and bad in the good. Balance." His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shock waves through me. "Can I tell you something?" I asked softly. The corner of his lips curved upwards in a small smile. "You can tell me anything."