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The Shadow (on hold)

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Parts 19
Time 4h 0m

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amy jamesmoriarty johnwatson marywatson sherlockholmes

When people look at me, they see an innocent, young girl who probably lives in a nice house and is a goody too shoes.

Ha do they have it wrong or what. That's all for show. I'm the best criminal going. I organise, have people perform and collect payment. That's my day job.

Best part is that I technically don't exist.  Not on record or file. Not at all. 

Which is why I'm a Shadow!!!!!All Rights Reserved

amy jamesmoriarty johnwatson marywatson sherlockholmes

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Consequences by teisha555

Standing in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night, drenched from a slight shower from above, seemed like the best option I had left. With only a flickering street light casting light a metre ahead of me, you would probably think I was crazy. But I wasn't always, I used to be a normal girl, with a future I thought I chose and a life I thought I controlled. But this isn't where the story begins, let me take you back a week and you can see how normal I was. My name is Olivia, I'm 18 years old and I just started my first year at college. I have a younger brother and sister, twins, who are 14 years old and in high school. My parents are 48 and 46 and are highly regarded lawyers. Which means they go on a lot of business trips, leaving me to look after my siblings. Which isn't bad, they're not hard to look after as they're in high school. I have a part time job as a Bartender to help pay for college, my parents thought it would teach me responsibility, as if looking after two teenagers wasn't enough responsibility to begin with. You see, bartending isn't a hard job, but it's not exactly all happy go lucky or rainbows and lollipops either. Sometimes it's really exhausting, you have to deal with rude customers and do the jobs no one else wants to do. That's where this story begins, at work. That's where I met him.....Hunter. I was bent over, on my knees......picking up crap that the previous group of customers had left for me, when he walked up behind me. It wasn't exactly great, or amazing. Though as I soon came to realise, it wasn't the mess Hunter thought was amazing. It was my ass. So come along with me on this outrages ride, through the ups and downs, the laughter and the tears of this crazy journey. After all that's what this thing we call life is, right? For what is life......without consequences.

The Pay Back by Saso92

I'm Mark. I'm an angel. Or thats what they think when they look into my angelic face. But unbelievable evil hides behind those innocent eyes. Evil that no one can imagine. Evil that no one can think I'm capable of committing. Horrors that most people only read about. Horrors that i greatly enjoy !!

A Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ | ✓ by Arixdepp

Jane Victoria Davis, a 18 years old female, that just graduated highschool. She been doing dancing and gymnastic since childhood and still do, She is a famous tiktok creator for her flexibility. She have over 15 million followers. She is also a Instagram model with over 3 million. She took dancing as her career. She hadn't had time to spend with her friends that lived in LA. So she called and texted them daily, they havent seen each other for the pass 3 months. Her friends had a spear room for her in their group house along with 6 other people she's close to. She currently lives in a house with her mother who she is really close to, Her stepfather how she kinda hated for trying to play the role as a father in her life, Her Step sister that is a year younger than her and they are quite best buds she also graduated with her. So yea, she gets along with the females but not the males. Her father was hit by a car protecting me, he shoved me out the way getting hit instead. So he got hurt because of me, I still blame my self for it. It was my fault, even if I was only 14 at the time, it was my birthday. But yet, my mother tried her best to keep me happy during the month of my brithday, it was useless, I felt pain. Like I'm the reason this shit happened. Yet my 18th brithday was the best, I got the best thing I could've ask for, so on I been better. Still something was telling me not to feel so free just yet, Something happened that affected me and all the people that I cared for, the people I held close to me. I took the risk of death for friends. I risked my self of my problems, the reason he was here was because of me, I'm not letting anybody get hurt because of my mistakes any longer. I'm taking the consequences for my actions. For somebody from my pass caught up with me. A mistake, He wasn't suppose to be in my life at all, I didn't need him or want him any longer but he wanted me still. ____________ Started - January 26th 2021 Ended - May 23rd 2021

Baby, Don't Cry by hermosaddlovato

I'm Mariana Torres, and I'm 15 years old. Not that it matters anyway. Most people wouldn't even take the time to hear my name, I guess I'm just not important. Well, that's what my mom says anyway. I wouldn't call my life the best. If you count being abused daily at home and at school the best, then maybe it is. I'm always bullied at school, even though I don't physically or mentally hurt anyone, they just love to mess with me. Some kids say I'm better off dead, and sometimes, I believe it. I guess you'll hear more about later, that is if you care enough. I could always use someone to listen, better yet... a friend. *Trigger Warning*

Pregnant With A Vampire Baby?! by VampireEmoChick

Hi, my name is Rebecca. I'm 20 and still some chick that lives with her mommy. Anyways. My brothers the closest thing I ever had as a child. Maybe my mom wasn't so good to me, but at least I have one, right? I did have a dad, but he died of cancer when I was 10. I used to blame myself. I never really had any friends. I did have one, but he died when I was 16. It was my fault though. He never would have gotten hit if it wasn't for me. Anyways. That's my story...for now.

Hey Kid by NxRomanoff

Sup, I'm Rebecca or Becca but everyone always calls me Kid or Dude. I'm 16 turning 17 pretty soon. I don't have any parents but I have a bunch of siblings. We're not related by blood. You see I'm in a Gang. Well its not really a gang we don't kill people or beat the shit out of people. There's also this rival gang that I've learned to be afraid of. From what I've heard they kill you the second they spot you. If you're lucky that is. Oh yea and there's a whole shit ton of things wrong with me. So if you care to find out more I guess read this.

No Escape by jempressss

"You can't leave me like this Abbigale! You'll never get rid of me. I'll be there every day, watching you. I know I'll always be on your mind" I jumped out of my sleep. Sweat pelting down on my skin. Hearing that voice in my head. Those words. Why now? I looked at my clocked, 3:24 AM. I got up and walked to the kitchen for a cold glass of water. Boink. I froze facing the fridge. I don't know what that sound was, but it seemed to be coming from the living room. I turned around, and there in the deep corners of my living room I saw a shadow...a shadow... that shaped like ... "Daniel?" I called out. I stepped forward, blinked and the shadow disappeared.

When the Worlds Collide | Shadowhunters Fanfiction by shadecount

I am questioning whether or not I'm still me or is this the real me? I know every one of us struggles to find our path... our calling. But the line between good and bad, right or wrong grows blurrier with each passing day. ...and I'm so tired being pulled in the middle of it. The life I once lived in seems like redundant now. Maddie Lightwood... how did I end up here?

Wildhearts by VickyManalo

Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

His Little Witch by lpsinsanity123

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Consequences

Standing in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night, drenched from a slight shower from above, seemed like the best option I had left. With only a flickering street light casting light a metre ahead of me, you would probably think I was crazy. But I wasn't always, I used to be a normal girl, with a future I thought I chose and a life I thought I controlled. But this isn't where the story begins, let me take you back a week and you can see how normal I was. My name is Olivia, I'm 18 years old and I just started my first year at college. I have a younger brother and sister, twins, who are 14 years old and in high school. My parents are 48 and 46 and are highly regarded lawyers. Which means they go on a lot of business trips, leaving me to look after my siblings. Which isn't bad, they're not hard to look after as they're in high school. I have a part time job as a Bartender to help pay for college, my parents thought it would teach me responsibility, as if looking after two teenagers wasn't enough responsibility to begin with. You see, bartending isn't a hard job, but it's not exactly all happy go lucky or rainbows and lollipops either. Sometimes it's really exhausting, you have to deal with rude customers and do the jobs no one else wants to do. That's where this story begins, at work. That's where I met him.....Hunter. I was bent over, on my knees......picking up crap that the previous group of customers had left for me, when he walked up behind me. It wasn't exactly great, or amazing. Though as I soon came to realise, it wasn't the mess Hunter thought was amazing. It was my ass. So come along with me on this outrages ride, through the ups and downs, the laughter and the tears of this crazy journey. After all that's what this thing we call life is, right? For what is life......without consequences.