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O Marginal

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1960 1964 anos60 anos90 assassinato brasil decada60 decada90 desaparecimento ditadura ditaduramilitar jovensescritores medo morte novosescritores otto psicológico sampa saopaulo suspense

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.All Rights Reserved

1960 1964 anos60 anos90 assassinato brasil decada60 decada90 desaparecimento ditadura ditaduramilitar jovensescritores medo morte novosescritores otto psicológico sampa saopaulo suspense

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Attracted to His Cold by whore_for_mafia

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)

A Distant Memory by IPhyco

The assassin of the Russian mafia was ambushed and put into a medical induced coma and woke up 3 days later in the arms of her enemy. Top- 6th in #Strongfemale ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ Pain. It was the first sensation that washed over me as I slowly regained consciousness. My head throbbed, and every fiber of my being felt heavy and numb. Blinking my eyes open, the world around me was a blur of white walls and beeping machines. My head throbbed with pain, and I struggled to piece together what had happened. My memory felt like shattered glass, and I couldn't find the missing fragments. As I tried to sit up, a man entered the room, his face familiar yet distant. He wore a facade of concern, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "Welcome back, my love," he said, his voice smooth and tinged with an Italian accent and laced with a hint of tenderness. "You gave us quite a scare. You were ambushed while on a mission, and we found you unconscious. It's a miracle you're awake." "I'm sorry, but I don't remember you," I admitted, my voice uncertain. His expression shifted, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. "It's okay, darling. You had an accident. You'll remember in time." He called me darling, but the endearment felt foreign to me. My mind was a maze of uncertainty, and I grasped for any hint of familiarity. "I need to know what happened," I insisted, my voice gaining a semblance of determination. He sighed, weaving a tale of deception with practiced ease. "You were attacked while on a mission for the Italian mafia. They left you for dead, but I found you and brought you to safety. We've been married for a year now, my darling Kylie. Don't worry; your memory will come back.""

Run to the Unknown by Jana42604

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.

The only one I can trust... (Ramattra X female!reader) Overwatch 2 by Wulfston1

(Note: This story may contain mature content such as mentions of sexual topics, emotional trauma, manipulation, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!} ---------------------- War. It's always happening, only taking long pauses. You're a top agent for Overwatch. It's not the highest of highs, but it's definantly not low. One day, you were commanded by your higher up to stop an attack from Null Sector happening in Kings Row. Of course, you accepted. Arriving there, you notice that there's barely even a fight happening, only a couple of casualties, but none dead. You investigate, eventually finding a wounded omnic getting harassed and assaulted by several humans. But the omnic in question was a surprise. ...A ravenger? ------------------------------------------- Here you are. Now on the ground in pain, cowering at the one person you love. Everything sucks. But he was the only one that understood you. You groan at the pain, looking up at his metallic body. He flexes his arm back, threatening to throw one more punch to finish you off. "I... I..." ------------------------ I do not own anything in this story, other than the story itself. You belong to you. Cover by https://twitter.com/Jam_Star135/status/1628098229060669440

[DISCONTINUED] A Gifted in E-Class (Assassination Classroom x F! reader x BSD) by Loveless_Lia28

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.

Kota (Male reader x Greed and the chimeras) by adnamii

Set after Greed (fma) rescued the chimeras from the labs. The band of misfits have settled down in the Devil's Nest after an explosive exchange near the train yard. Everyone seems to be doing fine. But for the young snow leopard chimera, old wounds have been scraped and threaten to bleed out, destroying his sanity. Is he alone, or will the boss be able to say the right thing? For once? Dolchetto is worried. His boss isn't known to be great with kids. Kota deals with the doubts of being in existence. Something each chimera has had to deal with but ignored. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sequel: 15 years Later (Male reader x Greed and the chimeras) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTE: Male OC is NOT PAIRED with anyone because the world needs more family/friends fanfics other than the paired ones. Plus, a slight hinted Martel x Dolchetto/Dorchet in the background Also! Kota's actually in his 20's, but has lost track of his age, so everyone assumes he's an adolescent because he has not aged physically from his lanky, no-beard self. WARNING! implied deaths, explosions, slight PTSD, self-depreciation and definitely hyperventilation. If sensitive, please do not force yourselves to read. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Criticism and corrections are loved and appreciated beyond words. But if you find the need to swear, please try to censor most of it.

My Hero Acadamia : The Rise of the Memelord by BugsBunnyMozB

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.

Abducted by ImAProfessional0

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.

Falling For The Fallen by ShortandDangerous

⚠️ 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.

Me Before YOU - BSD ✔ by w_kai1

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Attracted to His Cold

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)