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Es war Zeit Abschied zu nehmen. Von all dem was ich liebte. Ich hielt es nicht mehr aus, ich musste es tun. Manchmal ist das Leben hart...All Rights Reserved

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α ¢υρ σf тєα αи∂ α кι∂ | ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏᴄ| АѲT FF by Delusi0nalrealist

A saying goes, blood runs thicker than water. I used to believe that. That the ties of family were bound in flesh, in DNA, in the weight of shared blood. And that's why I took her in. A child to bear the Ackerman name, nothing more. I never needed a wife, never wanted one, and the family wouldn't shut up about lineage. So I found a solution. But having a child and raising one are two different things. She didn't look like me. Not in the slightest. Pale, mismatched eyes like some eerie little specter, hair darker than my own. There was nothing of mine in her face. But blood only speaks in resemblance-habits, behaviors, soul-those come from something else entirely. At first, she was just there, like an extra piece of furniture. A brat who followed me around, made demands in her tiny, stubborn voice, clung to my mother like she'd been born from her instead of someone I'd never know. And slowly, without permission, without me even noticing, she started to mirror me.The way she held her cup-my cup-fingers curled around the porcelain just like mine. The sharp tsk of her tongue when something annoyed her. The way she'd bury herself against Mom's side, small arms clinging tight, seeking comfort the same way I once did. She didn't look like my kid. She acted like it. She stole things that were mine-my old baby blanket, my chair at the table, the best spot on the couch. And then she went further, took things I didn't even realize I still owned. She stole the quiet in this house and replaced it with the soft hum of her voice, the sound of tiny feet against the floor. She stole the weight in my chest and replaced it with something I couldn't name. The saying was wrong. The full truth is: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. And I have never been more certain of anything in my goddamn life.

"My Little Monster~"|| Selever X Reader [DISCONTINUED] by lazyazz_bijj

Hello! This is my first book so there will probably be some Errors but i'll try my best to fix it. Also English is not my native language so pardon my bad grammar😅😅😅 . Anyway here are some keywords: (Y/N) = Your Name (L/N) = Last Name (H/C) = Hair Colour (H/L) = Hair Length (F/C) = Favourite Colour (S/F/C) = Second Favourite Colour (F/F) = Favorite Food (F/D) = Favourite Drink (F/S) =Favourite Sweet (B/N) = Brother's Name (M/N) = Mother's Name (F/N) = Father's Name __________________________________________________________________________________ You're on college btw and (Y/N) is female. here's a peek at my book. _________________________________________It was a sunday morning and you were making lunch for you and you're roommates. Suddenly you got a call from the headmaster saying that you and your roommates would be having a new roommate and that they would be arriving after lunch. ~Time Skip~ You were playing video games on the couch when you heard a knock on the door. You were confused on why there were knocking on the door because it was Sunday and most of the students were out doing god knows what. Then you suddenly remembered that the headmaster told you that you were having a new roommate today. You opened the door and you see a cute half human half demon boy. "Oh! You must be our new roommate. Nice to meet you, My name's (Y/N) (L/N)." You introduced yourself. "Sup cutie. The names Selever nice to meet you." ............... That's all folks! If you want more of this story, I suggest you read this book. Edit: Just a fair warning. Some chapters may have been jumbled Because of an error so please check the chapters before you read them please.

like my other story but a ili longer..

That Thing called Itinadhana... by anonymously31

This is a story about me, the Nobody, turning to be Somebody to someone... ;) Just a short story. ^_^ DISCLAIMER: This story is based on true events. All names mentioned here are non-existent or fictional. If the person do exist, it is purely coincidence and unintentional. The story will be released in short chapters on a weekly basis every Monday morning until the 1st of March. Thank you for reading! I hope you like it. Feel free to comment.

At school everyone tought I was the shy one but outside school i was one wild child... (Wrote this story a long time ago so read at your own risk)

"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.

"What you expect of me isn't me! When will you get that through your think ass head?!" I screamed and slammed the front door. I was tired of her. She cheated on my dad and screw up my life. It feels like only yesterday when I found her dead body hanging from a tree and my dad on the run. Where's my brothers- "Oh my god- JAKOB! HUNTER!" I yelled through out the place I once called my house. Home was never with my family. Now not even my friends will listen to me. Now just to find safety.....

Nerdy Girl Is Not So Nerdy [EDITING] by DanielittaKompus

He needs a scholarship. She's... well, she's just being nice. To him, she's just another nerd. To her, he's just a washed up jock. But when he finds out she's not Mrs.Shy and is in fact totally blunt and slightly passive aggressive over the things she loves, realising she's the polar opposite of what he thought of her... oh he's falling for her hard. And when she finds out that the bad boy has a soft side... she's melting for him slowly. Highest ranking in Teen Fiction #44 - 18/04/2018 Highest ranking in Romance #129 - 11/5/2018 Amazing cover done by Kinnyuns

I Still Will Remember ( Elliot Side) by PrincessWilmon

7 years later... DAD!!!! I open his door and ran in. He is under the blanket and quickly turns arounds covering himself ELLOIT!!! what did i say about knocking ???! "im sorry but i was just soo excited!! i got accepted to the boarding school!!! see!!! i walk over to him and hand him the letter, he grabs it and smiles "Congratulations son! i would hug you but im indents at the moment." he says his face truing red. "okay i just wanted to show u and ill go back to what im doing! as im walking out " Hii Simon! and i leave down the stairs. i can hear simon say congratulations. I love my dads and my moms.Hillerska Boarding School...Here I come!!!!.

This is my story for NaNoWriMo 2015. Enjoy. ☺

α ¢υρ σf тєα αи∂ α кι∂ | ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏᴄ| АѲT FF

A saying goes, blood runs thicker than water. I used to believe that. That the ties of family were bound in flesh, in DNA, in the weight of shared blood. And that's why I took her in. A child to bear the Ackerman name, nothing more. I never needed a wife, never wanted one, and the family wouldn't shut up about lineage. So I found a solution. But having a child and raising one are two different things. She didn't look like me. Not in the slightest. Pale, mismatched eyes like some eerie little specter, hair darker than my own. There was nothing of mine in her face. But blood only speaks in resemblance-habits, behaviors, soul-those come from something else entirely. At first, she was just there, like an extra piece of furniture. A brat who followed me around, made demands in her tiny, stubborn voice, clung to my mother like she'd been born from her instead of someone I'd never know. And slowly, without permission, without me even noticing, she started to mirror me.The way she held her cup-my cup-fingers curled around the porcelain just like mine. The sharp tsk of her tongue when something annoyed her. The way she'd bury herself against Mom's side, small arms clinging tight, seeking comfort the same way I once did. She didn't look like my kid. She acted like it. She stole things that were mine-my old baby blanket, my chair at the table, the best spot on the couch. And then she went further, took things I didn't even realize I still owned. She stole the quiet in this house and replaced it with the soft hum of her voice, the sound of tiny feet against the floor. She stole the weight in my chest and replaced it with something I couldn't name. The saying was wrong. The full truth is: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. And I have never been more certain of anything in my goddamn life.

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