Welcome, dear reader, to a tale of high spirits and hilarious misadventure! This is the story of three teenagers from the fantastical world of Emaranta: Fredrick Deleman, the easy-going adventurer; Bailey Knosing, the clever and occasionally clumsy strategist; and Sandra Harris, the sharp and surprising new friend they haven't even met yet. Our story begins in the gleaming, sprawling metropolis of Dunya, a city in the United States of Amazon, where the suns shine bright and the rules are made to be... creatively interpreted. Bored out of their minds on a mandatory family vacation cruise-courtesy of well-meaning but utterly clueless parents-our trio (once they become a trio) find themselves banned from most of the ship's activities after a... well, let's call it a "pool noodle incident" of epic proportions. Forced to create their own fun, they stumble upon a mystery that will whisk them away from the boring lido deck and onto a road less traveled, leading them straight into the heart of my fictional world, Emaranta. Here, the normal rules don't apply. There is no death, no sorrow, no disease. It's a paradise where humanoids and animanoids live in perfect, hilarious harmony. What might look like magic to you is just another Tuesday here. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Why don't you read along and see for yourself? The adventure is just beginning.

WARNING: EXCERPT ONLY! "And you smell delicious too." He whispered beside my ear. "Like honey and cinnamon were mixed to create a scent so irresistible. Do you know these two combined are great for the immune system?" He hummed against my neck, sending goosebumps all over my skin. "Fuck you." I managed to get out, glancing at him behind me. I felt his lips tilt up in a smile against my neck before he moved up to nibble at my earlobe. "That'll be nice." He chuckled in a deep sexy voice that rumbles from his chest to my body. "But some other time. Now..." His hot tongue comes out to lap at my neck in slow strokes. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the moan that was about to break free. "I'm hungry." He darkly announced. Jocelyn, born from a witch family, had no powers making her an outcast among witches. She is determined to make it through life on her own, but then she runs into Sebastian, a vampire who develops a sudden interest in her and has a strange addiction to her blood. However, even though Jocelyn is not new to the supernatural world, it's not easy for her to accept she's supposed to spend eternity with a blood-sucking demon! What's more, humans are being murdered mysteriously, and Jocelyn starts to have visions of their deaths. Dive into a tale of mystery, romance, suspense, drama, and excitement. "Maybe that's why I was gifted with this power!" I screamed at her, but she laughed in return. "Oh, honey. Your powers aren't a gift. It's a curse."

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

"Its just I hate myself sometimes and I really hate how I act. I'm so fucking mean to everyone, especially you and your friends, and I guess it's because your happy and I'm not. I've been jealous of you since you got here. Your perfect." "I've never been perfect, no one is. I just know which parts of myself to hide and which parts to show." ~ Travis Phelps was never much of a social person. Never had any real friends. Never had a real support system. That was until him and Sal Fisher form an unlikely friendship that makes Travis question his life and everything about it. ~ 18/41 chapters edited ~ TWs Psychical/verbal Abuse Drugs Mentions of Alcohol Implied eating disorders Religious Trauma Homophobia Slurs Suicidal thoughts/ideation (Rated mature for the above, No smut/NSFW) ~ 3/13/2023 - 8/3/2024 ~ Ranked 3 in #salvis as of 11/21/24 ~ I Can't find the credits to the cover send them to me if you know them. ~ Inspired by @Snopera 'Butterfly Weed'

I walked into the wooden cage, walking up to the vampire slowly, taunting him. I finally take a seat across from him. I nodded to the boys and they left the room. I twisted the lid to my water bottle that I brought with me, taking a slow sip. Staring at the sleeping vampire, I threw the rest at him, dousing him with it. He shot up out of his sleep. "WAKE UP BITCH!!!" I screamed with so much anger I shook the cage. Standing up, the chair falling over in the midst. "I thought you guys didn't sleep." I laughed grabbing his head roughly in my hands. Finally. I looked at him and got lost in his red eyes. He was so gorgeous, god-like; and I know Gods. Why do I feel so in love right now? Answering my question but not with an answer I would love, he speaks up. "Beloved." ***** Join Isabella as she meets her rare mate, becomes the Alpha, and leads them into war. Did her mate come at a bad time or just right? Will there be drama? Of course. Will there be death? Most likely. How will her life go? Read and find out. ------------------------- I made this book on my old page. But I forgot my password, so I made this page and will be different. If you'd like old one I think it's still on my old page., just ask for it. This will be updated every week at the least once sometimes two or three times. I will post as i finish so i can finish it quickly for everyone; I know a complete book is loved. Please vote, comment, and share!

You just have to read to find out Warning! This story will contain Self harm Bullying Possible death Suicide Abuse Pills Homophobicness Blood Religious trauma Fluff And Voodoo magic I guess?? If you hate any of those things don't read please and thank you 😊 Also I would not be adding the cult stuff and the bathrooms sence I'm working on a little something else 😏

---UNDERGOING EDITING!!!---- Cw: gore, abuse, scars, blood, underage alcohol/drug usage, foul language, ect No smut. Fluff only. I spoke before he could hurt me again. "I know what's under the church, father." His face twisted with anger, but I kept going, tightening my grip on his wrist. "And I'm fascinated with it." "What do you mean, boy?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to join the Devourers of God." (This story actually has a plot:) None of these characters, art, ect belongs to me. All rights go to the creator of the sally face games :)

***SAMPLE!*** There's a prophecy - a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah's field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone. The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I'm destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I've known that since the age of five. Now, can you guess who needs to die? Death doesn't bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals - because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens. No one cared to help, no one listened - definitely not the Gods. So why should I? ._. Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin, and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others. And there is her. A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her. What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe? Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities. She finds only one answer: REVENGE. WARNING - Contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!