O Marginal
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Ficção e realidade. Uma mescla de criatividade com fatos e locais reais dos anos da Ditadura Militar no Brasil. Otto, um fotógrafo paulistano, convive com a incerteza do paradeiro do seu pai acusado de participação em um atentado no ano de 1968 em São Paulo. Já adulto, decide investigar o que ocorreu ao pai e, tal obsessão, desperta a preocupação de seus entes sobre sua sanidade. É levado a tratamento quando suspeita-se de que sofra de um tipo de amnésia que o impede de lembrar o que vivera naquela época. Com o passar do tempo, as respostas vêm à tona e os personagens envolvidos acabam por terem seus verdadeiros papeis revelados na história que envolve Otto e seu passado misterioso.
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My memory has failed me. My past haunts me. My decisions bite back at me with ferociousness not even a tiger would be able to achieve. I don't know how much I've lost just doing it... But I know for a fact, that if I just sat there and didn't do anything, I would've lost far more. No matter how dark the tunnel I thread through gets, I know that there are people out there that I can rely on to light up the way for me. Those people are to be protected at all cost. The ones in the center of my heart, all with caring and nurturing souls. I won't let any of them falter, for I know that they were the crutches that helped me walk when I couldn't. Make the cost my life, and I'll still pay the price. Nothing will get past me, mark my words. Cover art by @aloliindisguise, Syuen's most faithful commander.
Falling For The Fallen
⚠️ CAUTION: UNDER CONSTRUCTION , CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN ⚠️ Copyright © 2015 by imnotshortimfunsized Life is not guaranteed. It's not something we've earned, or deserve. It's a gift that God himself has given us. It's crazy, stupid, and beautiful. But life has quite a nasty lover, death. They are in a constant tango, when one life is taken another one is given. While one family sits at a grave sight watching their loved one return to dust, another watches a beautiful baby's birth. No matter how hard we try, we can never prevent the inevitable. Like it or not, you have an expiration date. We all do. But, is everything in this life as it seems? Why is it that my life is falling apart, but a drug dealer/rapist is getting rich with his toes in the sand? Why am I being hunted? Why am I someone's prey? Why me? Why am I falling for the man that yearns to see the life drain from my body? My death has become a game of some sorts... for both of us. He tries to kill me, he fails, we spend the night together, and in the morning hes gone. To be honest., I would never admit to myself that I fell inlove with my killer... a killer that was very bad at his job... killing. I was #1 on his kill list, and I knew it. But I had always pondered on the question that still remained... If he really did get a good chance to kill me... would he do it? It had always upset me if I had pondered on the question for too long, and to be honest I don't really know why. Afterall he had been trying to kill me for 4 years now, and he still had not succeded. There were still many, many questions that have not been answered... Why is he so strong and fast? Why is he so inhumanly gorgeous? Why hasn't he killed me already? Why does he want to kill me? Does he... like me back? My name is Saphire Williams. And I am falling for the fallen.Zakończone
Run to the Unknown
They say you can leave a place, but its ghosts follow. I thought I could outrun everything-the pain, fear, and memories clinging to me. Germany was a chapter I was desperate to close, a love turned poison staining every page. At twenty-four, I was a nurse who cared for others while ignoring my own wounds. Leaving wasn't a choice; it was survival. With a suitcase and passport, I fled to a future I couldn't picture. Colombia wasn't part of the plan. I knew nothing of its language or culture, yet Bogotá became my refuge. The early 90s in Colombia were steeped in violence, thick as smoke in the air. But even amidst chaos, the city felt alive, its streets a symphony of car horns, shouting vendors, and music. In that noise, I began to rediscover myself. And then came Javier Peña. A shadowed man, dangerous and magnetic. A DEA agent whose presence shifted everything. I had fled one man's destruction only to orbit another's intensity. But this wasn't Germany, wasn't control or suffocation. It was something else-something raw, unpredictable. Love doesn't wait for readiness. It storms in, consuming and undeniable. Meeting Javier wasn't just chance; it was the beginning of my reckoning, salvation, and undoing. Looking back, I think I always knew.
Abducted
America was never an honest man- nor an honest country. He trusted himself much to highly, and eventually it seems to bite him right where it hurts- his own ego. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He glanced at the window- he felt it was quite obvious he was fake sleeping, yet the ones outside didn't seem to realize. He'd tucked the key away- damn, was he forgetting anything? No, they were only coming to get him. He heard his window break and the bullets start to cut through him- it hurt, sure but he could deal with it. The gun he kept under his pillow was raised- a few bangs and one of them dropped, but not the others. One ran forward and he felt a needle in his arms- by then, it was too late. She drove slowly through the canyon walls into the place she called home. It seemed quiet, but she guessed it was just the early morning- nobody here was really a morning person. She drove into the commons slowly, so that people on their horses could dodge her car- well, there was nobody in the commons. She jumped out of her car. Something was wrong. The entire town was like a ghost had overcome it. "What?" the tidal wave came crashing down when she saw the bullets in the far wall, "No!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rated Mature for themes of excessive violence, self-harm, torture, and kidnapping. Axis Powers: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya Excessive use of Original Characters (OCs) as well as canon divergence.Zakończone
Beyond One Life
Your father had climbed the ranks of the UN to be one of few prestigious people given the privilege of working for people known as VIP delegates: the mysterious, weird, and endearing pseudo-immortals that called themselves countries. Consequently, from toddlerhood to preadolescence, you had come to know and love those people. Now, after years apart, you're following in your father's footsteps to return to their company. But once you arrive, special feelings are beginning to surface for someone in particular. What are you, a mere mortal, supposed to do with this growing flame? Check out my playlist! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1r8uWAXTGdwV53r0PqD2BB?si=20342353c43c4ae0 I have the same playlist on YouTube as well! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDSt4P8bduPCey_H_cgaOtWoUHeal5wtN Add me on Discord @Pure#3986 to become a beta reader and get early access to chapters!![[DISCONTINUED] A Gifted in E-Class (Assassination Classroom x F! reader x BSD)](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/264783674-256-k396430.jpg)
[DISCONTINUED] A Gifted in E-Class (Assassination Classroom x F! reader x BSD)
Assassination Classroom x Reader x BSD [Status: Discontinued] Updates: --- A story where-in the Armed Detective Agency gets a Request from the Ministry of Defense to help the Assassinate a certain teacher at Kunugigaoka Junior High. "The request is to let one member attend their as a student to assassinate there said teacher. But all members are given a day to try assassinate this.... man" "sound like a job for Y/n." "hAh? why me?" "your around 15." "Fvck my age" "language, Y/n" "Japanese, I can speak English too, and a little bit of Russian" Y/n L/n a member of Armed Detective Agency, is sent to attend a School. To assassinate Korosensei. Note; Please take not that they'll still be around the age of 15 but they'll be 2nd years instead of Third Years. ~•~•~•~ I do not own Bungo Stray Dogs, and Assassination Classroom. Credits to; @strvbxrry For making our beautifully stunning bookcover Warning: this story contains; violence, Swearing and is not suitable for young audiences.Zakończone
My Hero Acadamia : The Rise of the Memelord
A boy is reincarnated into the world of My Hero Acadamia. His quirk? To manifest memes into reality as long as the desired meme fits the context...relatively... Line that will be probably used : "KAME...HANE...HAAAAAAAA!!!" "Rip and tear...until it is done..." "Serious Move. Serious Series...Serious Punch." "MACHINE GUN BLOWS" "UNO REVERSE BABY!" "In case you haven't noticed, you've fallen right into my trap.." "FUS-RODA!" "Can't touch this..." "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!..." "Say hello to my little friend!..." "Hello boys! I'm BAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "THIS! IS! SPARTA!" "Long live the king..." "YOUUU! SHALL NOTTT! PASSSSSS!" "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya...you killed my father...prepare to die..." "Skadoosh" "Finally a worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary!" "Shouldn't have said that. I should NOT have said that." "Oh yeah. Its big brain time." "Speed...I am speed." "Aw ****. Here we go again" "*Chuckles* I'm in danger." "We don't do that here..." "FBI OPEN UP!" "...wait a minute..." "Ladies and Gentlemen...we got 'em." "Why are you running?! Why are you running?!" "I believe I can flyyyyyyyy!" "YEET!" "I am Iron Man." "My spidey sense is tingling." "I may not look like it, but I'm actually 112 years old..." "Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier." "And I love you random citizen!" "Maybe I don't want to be the bad guy anymore..." "My death was...greatly exaggerated..." "Ya like jazz?" "Pikachu! I choose you!" "Hey you! Your finally awake!" "And his name is JOHN CENAAAAA!!!!" "(*confused screaming)" "No no. He's got a point." "Speech Increased [100]" This is going to be mostly a comedy.
Me Before YOU - BSD ✔
[ COMPLETED ] "𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢" Reminder: ⚠️ Various BSD x Male Reader/Executive Male Reader insert Angst + Romance 3/3 acts completed Started: 24/03/2022 Ended: 12/10/2022 Being his superior is truely making you tired He attempted to break free, but the fall was once again a never-ending loop. For the male, the pain was bearable, but for you, it was excruciating. But it wasn't your predicament that occurred; it was his. Dazai's circumstances has not yet devolved into hopelessness. He doubted about the height and the vulnerability of his physique before to the crash. He'd be still on the ground, surrounded by horrified citizens. Coughs of blood erupted when the horrors were committed. Even though you were there with your eyes open, all you could see was black. Your vision was unaffected. You were relieved that he was okay since his body sprang to its feet as if nothing had happened, but were you? Those dreadful memories flood your mind at random intervals, causing you to lose concentrate on the tasks you were given. You've become too soft, and you've taken on too much responsibility for yourself. Falling down when leaning against a wall. You tied your breathing while holding your head to your knees. You were known as the Port Mafia's key, the Port Mafia's answer, and the Port Mafia's power source. You, on the other hand, wanted the solution for yourself. Why can't you answer your own questions if you've answered queries from others honestly? You were curious as to why and how you had become so mentally weakened. #bsdangst 01/08/2023 #510 bsd 31/03/2022 #322 bsd 06/04/2022 #300 bsd 07/04/2022 #20 atsushinakajima 08/04/2022 #18 atsushinakajima 11/04/2022 #11 bsdxreader 07/05/2022 #36 armeddetectiveagency 08/08/2022 #51 bsd 11/08/2022Zakończone
Storm Of Pain
Have you ever seen your life flash before your eyes? Seen all the good memories with you and your friends and loved ones just pass in a few split seconds before the moment comes where you know you'll die? Where you determine if it's going to be a quick or slow and painful death? Well then, same. I risk my life on a daily bases saving others, strangers, kids, families, anyone my team and I can help ranging from terrorist attacks to bombs to pretty much anything. The training that I received a few years ago allows me to do that, it allows me to be the best person that I can be, if I could go back to the day I joined the military I wouldn't change a single thing; the only thing I would've changed in my journey is to have looked after her better. To have kept her safe. But life had other plans with both of us... ***** All ideas in this book are thought of by me. Nothing has been based of another book. If something is the same as another's, it purely coincidental. *Don't copy from my book *Don't report my book because of a few violent scenes *My book is copyrighted. If I found out you copied my book, I will report you. *Remember to vote and commentZakończone
The Torment
December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.Zakończone
My memory has failed me. My past haunts me. My decisions bite back at me with ferociousness not even a tiger would be able to achieve. I don't know how much I've lost just doing it... But I know for a fact, that if I just sat there and didn't do anything, I would've lost far more. No matter how dark the tunnel I thread through gets, I know that there are people out there that I can rely on to light up the way for me. Those people are to be protected at all cost. The ones in the center of my heart, all with caring and nurturing souls. I won't let any of them falter, for I know that they were the crutches that helped me walk when I couldn't. Make the cost my life, and I'll still pay the price. Nothing will get past me, mark my words. Cover art by @aloliindisguise, Syuen's most faithful commander.
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