another one bites the dust
- LECTURAS 486
- Votos 65
- Partes 6
"you dreamed of becoming the hero of the story - so how did you end up being its villain?"
Our lovely Grim Reaper's got everything sorted: his cane, his files, his hat, his sarcasm. He might seem a bit old-school at first glance, but there lies a young dead spirit underneath.
Between one job and the time-before-the-next-job, he finds himself getting pestered by his fellow colleagues at the Ministry of Death whose lives seem to be copied from a cheap daily soap.
While he tries to keep everything together and rebuild whatever reputation the Ministry of Death once had, he meets even more people and soon finds himself part of a story that seems far worse than all the bad dramas on TV.
SPOILER: In which Death itself never actually makes an appearance.
- protocoled and revised by a considerate fellow Administrator of Death who thought these chronicles were worth ignoring Death's very strict data policy - including the infamous notes of ??? -
[SPECIAL EXTRA PRE-ORDER GIFT: the deadliest Spotify playlist full of Queen's best hits and maybe possibly also a song for each character that gives them a theme but also maybe not, who knows what the heaven this author came up with again]
[pretake:2019]
Todos los derechos reservados
#163
humannature
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
The Mafia's Mercy
The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.Concluida
Mortal Death
"I was the greatest mass murderer the world had ever seen. I was death." Catina Salvatore is a Reaper, someone who works for the company of Death himself. She had always been a good Reaper, doing her job with pride and joy (as far as cutting the threads of life is enjoyable), but when she unravels a secret she wasn't supposed to know, her employer becomes her greatest enemy. By getting kicked out of the company she becomes a mortal and is now just as powerless against death as all of them. Still, Catina is determined to publish the truth and save the earth from falling apart. By her side she suddenly finds Ezra, a former colleague as support and the shadowplay begins, which might not only cause to give the handsome young man her trust, but also her heart. Yet, focus and concentration are needed, because Death Day is coming and it could cause an end to all of life. An urban fantasy lovestory through life and death. Might contain swearing and mature content. I am not a native speaker, so sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes, oops.Concluida
Malicious Romance
Sometimes, not every love story can be as idyllic as it should be. Dean Winchester, bred and raised in the mafia, carried a heart that yearned desperately for love, just like any ordinary person. While the essence of a criminal coursed through his veins, his heart wept for every inhumane act he committed. No matter how hard he strived to become a better man, he couldn't wash away the thick blood of an outlaw. In the end, he never expected anyone to care for him. All he ever longed for in his life was to experience the tender embrace of a mother's love, like everyone else. Sadly, even his own mother chose to abandon him to the clutches of his ruthless father, the Cobra mafia boss. Every twist of fate was fueled by the mere fact that he carried the blood of a killer, leaving him branded as a monster without a chance to prove his worth. Dean grew weary of trying to change people's perceptions of him. Until one fateful day, he crossed paths with the daughter of his sworn enemy, and his world turned upside down. In her presence, he discovered acceptance for who he truly was. For the first time in his life, he experienced genuine love. Every emotion, from tenderness to heartbreak, washed over him, gradually numbing his senses. ***WARNING*** Strong Adult Content & Explicit Language 18+. The story contains brutal acts of violence. The story is Unedited.Concluida
𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵 - 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹
[MALE READER IN REVERSE 1999] - 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡 FANFIC "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬" ---------------------✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸✸-------------------- It can be challenging to get used to the behaviour of the people in this era but it's important to remember that they are just trying to survive in their own unique way. You never know what they're going through, and a little kindness goes a long way. Time travelling can be quite an experience. It is fascinating to see how things were in the past. For instance, it may be difficult to understand why people behave in certain ways or communicate with different accents, like Ring. Therefore, keep an open mind and embrace the possibility of learning something new. With the right attitude and determination, one can navigate through these challenges and make the most out of this time travelling adventure. There are always those who do not seem to understand the gravity of the situation. Y/N may be an arcanist, or perhaps something else entirely. However, his disregard for the seriousness of time travel can have devastating consequences, and it is impossible to protect the timeline from his reckless behavior. Every decision he makes is like the butterfly's effect where a single flap can cause the 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁 on the other side of the world. So beware, for Y/N may be your saving grace... or the undoing of this universe as you know it. A massive 'What-if', when certain figures associated with 'The Storm' met the Timekeeper? [CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content such 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗩𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, and 𝗦𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 which may inappropriate for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.] [ WORD COUNT - 800,000+ WORDS ]
The Thirteenth Reaper
I am Dire Grim, thirteenth son of the grim reaper, and i was born to be a bringer of death, feared by man... but i guess I'm just as useless as everyone thinks i am; I'm no good at reaping souls. Killing. In fact, I really suck at it... and now I'm trying to figure out whether or not thats a bad thing. As the thirteenth child of the legendary Grim Reaper, Dire Grim is expected to be just like his older siblings, and perhaps, in some ways, he is, but not in the ways that really matter. Sure, he looks like them, and tries to follow in their footsteps, but no matter how much he tries to be the invincible 'lord of death' his father expects him to be, something inside him seems to pull him down a forbidden path that could lead to his true destiny... or his inevitable demise. "Supposed son of darkness and death Troubled boy with a journey to tread You've joined the traitors this day, this hour Beware the wrath of Azrael's power This baby before you has cheated life Saved by a reaper born of light Find she who has nothing, no one, no where To begin your search for heavens heir" (Hey guys this story REALLY needs some feedback. I'm trying to get this to the point where i can publish it for real so if you have any thoughts, tips or opinions of anything in this story PLEASE let me know so i can keep fixing and improving it. Thanks guuuys!😘😎)
Reaping The Red Heir
He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*Concluida
Dream Breaker (I)
Oh boy, here we go again. Blood. It's like that one toxic ex you can't stop thinking about-you know it's bad for you, but it's got this pull. It ruins everything. Kingdoms? Toast. Hunters? Totally off the deep end. People? Let's just say the phrase "hot mess" doesn't even scratch the surface. And me? I'm Narsus. Disgraced knight, professional brooder, part-time beast slayer, full-time existential crisis. Now I'm stuck in Yharnam. Imagine a city built by gothic architecture enthusiasts who really overestimated their candle budget. The place is drowning in fog, madness, claws, and the occasional giant axe-wielding beast who really doesn't appreciate personal space. Fun, right? And let's talk about me making promises-because that's going great. This little girl hands me a music box, looks me dead in the eyes, and asks me to find her parents. And me? Being the genius that I am, I said, "Sure, kid, I'll give it a shot." Idiot. Why not promise to knit a scarf for every werewolf in Yharnam while I'm at it? Oh, and Sapphire? She's got secrets. Big ones. You know, the kind that could either save the day or end it in a flaming dumpster fire. No pressure there. Meanwhile, I've got my own problems, like keeping the blood from whispering sweet, murderous nothings into my brain. Here's the thing: Yharnam doesn't do heroes. It chews them up and spits them out like last week's leftovers. And me? I'm not even in the running for "mediocre antihero of the month." But promises? Yeah, they're messy, dangerous, and pretty much guaranteed to get you killed. Still better than breaking them.
Too Dark for you to Love
In the gloomy town of Deathmoure, located amidst misty landscapes, people possessed an unusual trait - they couldn't inflict death on anyone, including themselves. It was a pacifist's dark utopia but for my grieving heart of a white widow, it was a prison - a sanctuary of despair. Needing a path out of this grief-stricken existence, I began my search for a reaper who could aid in my departure. With the newly arrived reaper, broad-shouldered with a charismatic, sly charm that was hard to withstand, I found myself engulfed in a bizarre investigation. Mysterious events began occurring within our rainy town, pointing indirectly toward my mysterious reaper. Amidst this chaos, an unlikely sentiment blossomed within me - love. As the investigation deepened, so did the connection between me and my reaper. It was an unexpected twist, a cosmic joke. I was no longer an icy fortress but a hopeful woman, falling in love with the man who was uncovering the darkest secrets of the people around me. The fighting spirit dormant for so many years in me, now roared to life. August 2023 #1 in dieforyouConcluida
Fallen 🪽
After being put in 'time-out,' an angel finds herself thrown into a demon's purgatory. Trapped with each other, whose influence will prove strongest? ******************************************************************** Ash is an angel out of grace. Atticus is a demon with something to prove. After events go wrong in the mortal plane, both are due punishment. What they don't expect is to serve that sentence together. Armed with otherworldly powers, they battle for control in a stagnant prison built just for them. Bonds twist and grow, like a thorny vine, as black and white fade to gray in this paranormal romance full of mystery and legend. FEATURED ON: @TheAmbys ~ 2025 Grand Favorites @Paranormal ~ What in the Wattpad? @Romance ~ Slow Burn // Para-Romantasy @WattpadAfterDark ~ Dark Romance @Ambassadors ~ Para-Romantasy Wordcount 50k ⚠️ Content warning: depictions of graphic violence and sexual content. 🎵 Recommended playlist 🎶 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Mxy7QZYoJpB5MHAU4GRAk?si=31afeafde6b44258 Cover art background sourced from free-use photographs by @kkalerry via unsplash.com AI assistance was not used in any way, shape, or form to create the story or cover. *If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack and reading a plagiarized copy of my work. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/QuinceArchFortesConcluida
Reaper's Pet
When Willow made a deal with a reaper to save her little brother, she never expected to end up as one's bloodbag. Or, as Jack likes to call her, 𝙋𝙚𝙩. 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. One where love is forbidden and can get you killed. And pray to Death for her soul, because 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯, she's gonna need it. "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, only making her anger rise. "Why are you doing this?" His expression faltered for a second as he heard 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 briefly before he shook his head. "I don't hate you, or want you to die. But I can't like you either. Humans live a short life, I live forever." He paused, taking a breath. "I can't let myself get attached to someone that will just die on me, or put you in danger," Jack sighed, scratching his neck. Something in his voice made Willow believe this wasn't his words, but rather, words he had been told. "𝑨 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍. "𝑰𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆, "𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉." Parts 1-2-3 of the Reaper's Pet trilogy
The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido