Moving Through A Crack In The Wall (OC x Reader)
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अंतिम प्रकाशन गुरु, जन 27, 2022
what a terrible night to be the y/n in a fic
You meet a masked young man whose mysterious movements and statements intrigue and infatuate you. God help you when you move deeper into his life and peer through the mask into his mind. You are controlled by the decisions of several minds playing tug-of-war with your body... is love even possible for you?
सभी अधिकार सुरक्षित
सबसे बड़े कथावाचन समुदाय में शामिल होंवैयक्तिकृत कहानी अनुशंसाएं प्राप्त करें, अपनी पसंदीदा कहानियाँ अपनी लाइब्रेरी में सहेजें, और अपना समुदाय बढ़ाने के लिए टिप्पणी और वोट करें।
आपको शायद ये भी पसंद आएँगे
Little Lamb | (𝟏𝟖+)
I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.पूर्ण
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸 and 𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼 have despised each other since the very first moment they set their sights on each other. Verena can't stand his posh British accent, devastatingly handsome face and the gentlemanly facade nearly everyone at their college seems to fall for. Behind the posh accent, handsome face and polite manners, something dark lurks beneath the surface. Verena knows about this darkness inside him because not only does he show his true colours around her, but the darkness that resides deep inside her soul rears its ugly head anytime he's within view. It's not until one night at a masked party on campus, where Verena finds herself in an unexpected situation that she likes more than she's willing to admit, that everything changes. When she finds out who the person behind the mask is that made all her darkest desires come true, she's furious and conflicted by all her emotions. Verena is left fighting her desires and her hatred. She isn't sure what is going to win in the end, she just knows that she'll make him pay. - ‼️this story will have a lot of grammar issues so if you can't handle that then please don't read it because hateful comments will be deleted ‼️ ⚠️ This book is dark compared to her innocence and therefore isn't for the faint of heart. I would suggest reading the trigger warnings in the introduction for anything that might cause you any harm⚠️पूर्ण
Don't Make A Sound (Laughing Jack X Reader)
After witnessing the horrible murders of your parents at the age of 7, you haven't been the same since. You become a mute, shutting yourself out from the world, not doing much. The only company you have are the voices in your head and books. Reading became one thing you loved to do, as well as music. When you finally turn (your age), your adoptive parents try to cheer you up by taking you to the library. Once you get there, you feel a pair of eyes on you. After a week of being paranoid of everyone and everything, your foster parents go on a business trip. You know that whoever is after you, will attack soon. Will you survive the attack? Who has been watching you and what do they want with you?पूर्ण
ZANTEDESCHIA - YB x Fem Reader
WARNING: I DO NOT CONDONE THE RELATIONSHIPS SHOWN IN THIS FIC/GAME MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, OR AT LEAST BE +14 WHEN READING FIC DEALS WITH HEAVY TOPIC SUCH AS STALKING, MURDER, ABUSE, SELF HARM AND S/A Y/N's life has been... chaotic. Leaving her family after they broke out into another fit of drama, she left straight to college and got an apartment and a job. Now not only is her roommate not paying their half of the rent, but she's been getting less and less sleep. That is, until she meets an interesting stranger.... [cover is not my art btw!! It used to be before I changed it since I hate my art lol] ♡पूर्ण
//Un//masked
"It is forbidden for a reason, young one. Love makes you weak, a fraction of yourself. It keeps you from being the best you can be and that is why we must mask it. Ambition, intelligence, strength - now those are qualities that will get you through this harsh life. But being loving, compassionate, kind? Those are the best ways to get yourself killed." Generations after the Masked Uprising and the fall of StarClan, DarkClan's way of life is no less harsh. Emotions are strictly forbidden and any talk of the Old Life is considered treasonous and punishable by death. It is in this cruel setting that Nightpaw finds himself apprenticed to the only cat with an ounce of freedom: the truth-teller, a cat specifically chosen by the Masked to remember the history of DarkClan. Yet, Nightpaw doubts the truth in the truth-teller's stories and finds them even harder to reconcile when he is visited by someone he'd been taught no longer exists. Caught between fear and curiosity, the truth-teller's apprentice finds himself stuck between two versions of the Clan's history - two truths where there should only be one. And he will stop at nothing until the truth is unmasked. // I have the story rated as teen. Please be warned that there will be a lot of bloodshed and dark matters discussed in this novel.पूर्ण
I think I love you
"Why didn't you unmask me? I mean, I was passed out. You could have done anything and I couldn't have resisted," Y/N's answer was immediate. "You wear the mask for a reason. I already felt weird enough cutting up your suit, I didn't want to... betray your trust? If that makes sense?" Spiderman was stunned. "Yeah, I guess that does. Thanks, man. I owe you," "Nah, don't worry about it," they shrugged. "You saved me, I'm just glad I got to help you," If Spider-Man wasn't wearing a mask, Y/N would have sworn that he was smiling. He grabbed their hand, and looked into their eyes. "I don't know how else to say thank you,"पूर्ण
Broken(Masky x Reader x Hoodie)
"Y/N. Just say one word. Hoodie or me?" "I-I don't-..." I paused. The words wouldn't come out right. My eyes darted from Hoodie to Masky ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿? Y/N was a young girl who lived a normal life. She had everything she needed and was prepared to graduate from university and find a job, then finally start her life. But.. That would never happen She was home alone one night. Two men broke in and took her far away from her home. They took her into a world of darkness and evil. Creepypåsta's realm. A place where no human could enter without being with another creepy pasta. She was trapped there until she accepted her role as a new creepypasta member and the new proxy of Slenderman. But there are some strange things Y/N has been seeing. There are predators after her. Monsters. Things taken over with insanity and darkness. They want to devour her heart. Masky and Hoodie had been assigned to protect her at all costs. And guess what happens between the three of them? A huge love triangle that seems to be impossible to fix. "T H E Y A R E A L W A Y S W I T H U S" Mature content in this story. Part of the Dead Creepypasta series. Each book can be read alone All photos belong to someone else nothing belongs to me except for the writing Enjoy the story FIRST BOOK :)) Cough cough this will be written as a female readerपूर्ण
June
He was born as an adorable boy. He grew up to be a beautiful person. People would be attracted to him just by looking at him. But instead of pulling him closer, they would resent him for being so beautiful. When your own family detest you the most, there isn't really a place to go in this world. Yet he tries hard to make a place for himself in this world. And when love and affection actually start reaching out to him for the first time in his life, he is snatched far away and thrown into a pit of darkness. Lust paints his nights in rainbow colors while his soul crumbles slowly. Lust is not love. But can it give rise to emotions deeper and purer?
I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.
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