Non giurare sul cielo
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Feb 10, 2019
"Mi capita spesso di pensare che non ci sia nulla di più doloroso che separarsi dalle persone care." Tratto dal libro Orgoglio e Pregiudizio di Jane Austen.
La ragazza dal cuore di ghiaccio si è sempre chiesta chi abbia avuto l'idea di chiamarla Eureka, visto che è un'esclamazione  di gioia, pensa sempre che abbia un qualcosa di ironico, un contrasto estremo si può definire; tuttavia, Eureka è una semplice adolescente dal cuore ferito che  ha perso  i propri genitori a causa di un incidente, cercherà sempre di trovare una via di fuga da ciò che la rinchiude, si sente come un uccellino in gabbia,fragile ma determinato ad uscire.
Lui, uno sconosciuto, caratterizzato dai suoi molteplici tatuaggi pieni di significato e di vita propria; Eureka si chiederà se varrà la pena  giurare sul cielo, sarà la goccia che farà traboccare il vaso?
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Ice Blue and Blinding Gold ni Varushka01
11 Parte Ongoing
Imagine surviving in a fucked up Harry Potter AU with a murdering racist on the loose and an emerging Gray Lady. Anne could not imagine surviving here if these Slytherin boys and 'queen' don't stop causing havoc. Siriusly, why is Rosaline Potter? ******************************************* Excerpt "Sallow stop right this instant!" "And if I don't ? What are you gonna do Potter, let your dogs loose on me? How terrifying." She replies with a perfectly poised face. However her brisk pace is halted suddenly as Lestrange closes in on her, grabbing her throat in a vice grip as he leans down to her eye level, whispering throatily, "She asked you a question, so you answer. Hmm?" Holding onto her wrists with his left hand and her neck in his right one he swipes up his thum to brush against her jawline. Dolohov and Nott lean on the walls with identical poses as they both level her with a sharp gaze. Tilting her head sideways so she is focusing on bright emerald eyes Anne speaks, "You might worship the ground she walks on Lestrange. But I don't own shit to your queen, especially not an explanation." The addressed male get so enraged that he increases the pressure at her throat and she can already feel the bruises forming and - suddenly he is thrown on the floor with a loud thud as Anne gets enveloped in the familiar embrace of expensive cologne and the gentlest whiff of spices, as she hears her saviour's words, easily imagining his thick brows furrowed in urgency. "Are you okay, doll?" With ice blue eyes clouded with worry. ******************************************* Let's not forget her identity, like Sebastian Sallow's great granddaughter? Gee thanks for the legacy. But ancient magic is cool.
Olympus's Beloved ni BabyBlueSiren
10 Parte Kumpleto Mature
This story began with a simple question: What if a modern-day teenager were suddenly thrust into the heart of the Greek pantheon, not as a hero or a chosen one, but as a new goddess, the very embodiment of creation? The image of a seventeen-year-old, overwhelmed by the intense affections of immortal beings - Zeus's wariness, Hera's possessive jealousy, Aphrodite's obsessive infatuation - sparked a story that explored not only the fantastical elements of mythology but also the complex and often unsettling dynamics of love, power, and self-discovery. Writing this book has been a journey into the darker, more nuanced aspects of relationships, and I hope I have captured the intensity of those emotions without sacrificing the core elements of romance and hope. The yandere trope provided a unique lens through which to explore the overwhelming nature of divine power and the complicated ways in which love can manifest. It was a challenge to portray these intense emotions with both sensitivity and intrigue, ensuring that the story remains engaging and relatable, even as it ventures into darker territory. The balance between the fantastical setting of Mount Olympus and Elara's very relatable struggles and emotional experiences was carefully considered. I strived to create a world that felt both ancient and modern, blending the rich tapestry of Greek mythology with the contemporary voice of a young adult protagonist. I hope this blend creates a unique and memorable reading experience. The story is a testament to the power of acceptance, self-discovery and the ability to find balance even amidst chaos and overwhelming affection.
The Truth About The Many Worlds Of Printed Pages ni SilviaKrpatova
32 Parte Ongoing
°•○•°Temporarily on hold°•○•° Weekly updates (Wednesdays/Thursdays) °•○•°•○•° Once they all quieted down, the old woman spoke to Siena and James. "Let us direct this argument a little more towards philosophy. Think of our many worlds, as possible worlds. Possible fictional worlds, existing in those books you love to read. What if every single one of those imaginary worlds is real? And what if you two, working together, might have a chance to change them? To create happier lives for many, many unfortunate and tragic characters? It would not change the books for the readers in our world, you don't have to worry about that. You would only make their lives better in their own universes." °•○•°•○•° Siena, a young Italian teacher with a dream of working in the Uffizi Gallery. James, a Scottish journalist and inventor working on his book about the Lochness Monster. They have nothing in common, nothing apart from their love of books. However, once they are brought together by the mysterious Bibliophile Society, they find it very hard to stay apart. °•○•°•○•° "So many worlds, so much to do... " James mumbled distractedly as he and Siena finally followed George towards the front door. "...so little done, such things to be. That's Alfred, Lord Tennyson," Siena finished for him as George opened the front door for them. °•○•°•○•° This is a contemporary, urban fantasy romance that will transport you into the worlds of books (those in public domain, for copyright reasons).
Starting World War 3! (A Hetalia Fanfic) ni GNxDDD
67 Parte Kumpleto
Despite it being well past sunrise, the house was dark. I had woken up with a start, hearing the sound of a car below but now as I lay awake, I was in even more of a panic. &quot;Don't make a sound.&quot; She whispered as she clasped a hand over my mouth, &quot;The house is surrounded. They're going to kill us. They're going to kill the countries.&quot; ... It is gradually nearing to two decades since Taishya Rovanoff ran away with her twins and despite the media taking the world by storm, great tensions are underlying once-happy friendships with the nations. When a young and perhaps too-curious state comes across some files, she decides it is her own personal mission to solve the missing-twin mystery. This, however, proves more challenging than not when old scars are reopened leading to a series of events which brings the world to its knees. With forgotten prophecies and mysterious attacks threatening the lives of once-strong countries, the world is inevitably falling apart. So how is it, with all the chaos going on, a missing lady, a set of twins, a naïve child, a sickly teenager, a frightened mother, a celestial body and a queen all bring about the darkest hour the personified nations have ever faced? How is it that the threads of the earth are slowly undoing to bring about the start of the end of the world? ... DISCLAIMER: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons, places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. The only things that I own are the plot, Taishya and any other OC's I might decide to include. If I did own Hetalia, I wouldn't be writing this...actually, I reckon I would be on an island, basking in the sun and drinking a pineapple cocktail whilst my servants brought slices of nectarines. Hetalia and it's characters belong to their rightful genius owner, Hidekaz Himaruya...(seriously, that man is a god!).
↳༄ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑; t.chalamet ni -simplystatistics
23 Parte Kumpleto
𝖔𝖔𝖔. 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 {COMPLETED!} .*✰【a timothée chalamet fanfiction】 ↳ ❝ ℑ 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ❞ ↳ ☾✧-ℴ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. - ↬✿⚘ ↳ →❝ we can't have hope this will work out! it's dangerous. ❞ → ❝ i'd rather have hope it'll work out than leave it to turn to dust. ❞ ↳ 📝: STARTED ~ 05/01/20 PUBLISHED ~ 05/04/20 COMPLETED ~ 09/22/20 &lt;3
Twincentric : Prequel (Book 0 ) ni rohinisrivathsan
33 Parte Kumpleto Mature
Nerissa Maeve Jackson. Also known as Nissa. She is the twin sister of Perseus "Percy" Jackson. We all know what happened to him. But what about the early years? No doubt Percy experienced an interesting childhood with his doting mother and later his stinky stepfather Gabe. But Nerissa's tale began differently, her childhood full of obstacles and achievements, travels and deals, fights and speeches, friends and foes. Nerissa built a name for herself from the ground up. She might eventually come under the attention of her own family, the Olympians. But for now, while she was hidden from them, she would achieve her goals. Nexus Enterprises. No matter what. (Slight multifandom/pjo but through the series will hopefully be pjo-centric. Disclaimer: I don't own the normal characters, that belongs to their individual stories/creators, I only own my own peeps and my plot. I also don't intend any disrespect or harshness in any mythology I depict, I respect them all very much but have things in certain situations for the sake of the plot. From what I've checked, it's overall pretty decent.) (Cover taken from:https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Ftensor.art%2Fimages%2F707326795478794023%3Fpost_id%3D707326795474599721&psig=AOvVaw2Xgdx_hvF-r2G7DT879oI_&ust=1719527771840000&source=images&cd=vfe&opi=89978449&ved=0CBcQjhxqFwoTCND8vvSq-oYDFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE ) (I rated this mature but for the most part it really is only chapter 9...)
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Lessons In Life || Fred Weasley cover
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↳༄ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑; t.chalamet cover
Twincentric : Prequel (Book 0 ) cover

Ice Blue and Blinding Gold

11 Parte Ongoing

Imagine surviving in a fucked up Harry Potter AU with a murdering racist on the loose and an emerging Gray Lady. Anne could not imagine surviving here if these Slytherin boys and 'queen' don't stop causing havoc. Siriusly, why is Rosaline Potter? ******************************************* Excerpt "Sallow stop right this instant!" "And if I don't ? What are you gonna do Potter, let your dogs loose on me? How terrifying." She replies with a perfectly poised face. However her brisk pace is halted suddenly as Lestrange closes in on her, grabbing her throat in a vice grip as he leans down to her eye level, whispering throatily, "She asked you a question, so you answer. Hmm?" Holding onto her wrists with his left hand and her neck in his right one he swipes up his thum to brush against her jawline. Dolohov and Nott lean on the walls with identical poses as they both level her with a sharp gaze. Tilting her head sideways so she is focusing on bright emerald eyes Anne speaks, "You might worship the ground she walks on Lestrange. But I don't own shit to your queen, especially not an explanation." The addressed male get so enraged that he increases the pressure at her throat and she can already feel the bruises forming and - suddenly he is thrown on the floor with a loud thud as Anne gets enveloped in the familiar embrace of expensive cologne and the gentlest whiff of spices, as she hears her saviour's words, easily imagining his thick brows furrowed in urgency. "Are you okay, doll?" With ice blue eyes clouded with worry. ******************************************* Let's not forget her identity, like Sebastian Sallow's great granddaughter? Gee thanks for the legacy. But ancient magic is cool.