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He is so beautiful, that seems like the angels of Heaven themselves created him from the finest material, as a gift for humanity. He is a bit pale and skinny I have to admit, but none of that matters to me. He is simply flaw less in my eye. He is not as strong or tall as me, but he owns the biggest, strongest and kindest heart I've ever seen. And I go to charity parties every other week. How all these amazing qualities fit into his tiny, weak body is, the one of the biggest problem I've ever had in my fifteen year life. That and who my father is; or was I guess.
	Wow. I went bit too deep. Didn't I? Well that flawless beauty is Will Solace, so if any of you give him the bragging material, by quoting me, a hoard of lawyers will be after your ass.
	Even though I already know you guessed my identity, I'm gonna tell you who I am anyway. I am the one and only Nico Di Angelo. Didn't ring a bell? Wow. That didn't hurt me at all. Okay. I bet you probably know my mom Maria Di Angelo then. The shipping magnet 'Persephone' you say? Yep. That's her. And I am her bastard. I never met my dad. She kinda avoids the subject like plague. Not that I care. I'm so over it. I cried myself to bed only about million times, because people in the private school bullied me since I'm the only boy without a dad. If I had a dollar for each time, I got bullied by people for that or cried myself to sleep because of that; I'd be a billionaire on my own.
	Let's just forget the billionaire playboy for a while. This is the story how I finally got into trouble on my own.All Rights Reserved

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The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club by graciegreat

Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.

Abandoned- a pertemis story Ψ ☑️ by PlushError115

Have you ever felt like everything you've ever worked for was for nothing? That every problem, every struggle, you've gotten through has led you to nowhere? Well let me tell you something. Everything happens for a reason, and everything is either good or bad or somewhere in between. That doesn't mean you should just lie down and take whatever the fates throw at you. Ever since I can remember I've never liked being tied down by rules. Anybody who knows me, which is apparently a lot of people, can tell you that. I've learned that sometimes you can change your definition. Your very existence can become something else if you only try so hard. I also learned that this comes with a price. What price I hear you asking? Well.... first I'd say you have to get rid of everything that makes you, you. Or maybe you get stripped of it. That's how you remake yourself. Start from only what you know and build from that. To become something different you've got to let go of what holds you down. In my case I was forced to. Yeah yeah. Go ahead and laugh, it's kinda cheesy. But Percy Jackson doesn't take any flack from critics so calm down. Anyway. The way I lost everything, the way everything I'd known and believed in, was whisked away from me just like that is within this book. This is a story about how I, Percy Jackson Scourge of Olympus, become something new. How? I got... well.... I got left behind, in the dust. My flaws finally caught up to me. But I rose from that. And this is how.... -- A B A N D O N E D

The Daughter of Aries: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction by Plum1229

I'm Mia Barone and this if you choose to believe it this is my story. Ever since I can remember I've felt like I'm being watched, like I'm being stalked by someone or something. I'm special and I can do things that no one else can do, and I think that's part of the reason she's after me, but I think there's more to it. My mother knows something but won't tell me, she says the only way I can be safe is if I hide and blend in. But it's not working she always finds me. I don't know what she wants from me but she's not going to get it. Not now, not ever. I'm going to fight and she'll be sorry she ever messed with me. I'll show her exactly what I'm capable of. (A Percy Jackson Fan Fiction)

Indigo Eyes by ACourtOfStories

I could give you a sob story about how tough Cressida Lynn's life has been, but you're not here for that. You're not here to hear about how terrible her mother treated her and how she only got her first birthday present at age nine or how no one outside her cabin liked her. No. You're here to hear about how her life changed the summer of her 12th birthday. The summer when Poseidon's son came crashing through the camp borders after he'd killed the Minotaur. You're here to hear about how they found the Lightning Thief. You're here to hear about how they ventured through the Sea of Monsters. You're here to hear about how they withstood the Titan's Curse. You're here to hear about how they fought in the Battle of the Labyrinth. You're here to hear about how they defended the Last Olympian. However, I must warn you that this journey is not for the faint-hearted for each quest is more treacherous than the last. And it is most certainly not for mortals. But, should you find yourself feeling brave, should you be a demigod in a past life, a present life or a future one, then I invite you to join me on this adventure. #1 in hades #1 in greekgodsandgoddesses #1 in lukecastellan #1 in titanwar #1 in dionysus #1 in pjofandom #4 in zeus #4 in seaofmonsters #9 in kronos #10 in labyrinth #12 in percyjacksonandtheolympians #17 in greekmythology #23 in annabethchase #36 in poseidon (Lightning Thief - Last Olympian) (Disclaimer: All rights go to the legendary Rick Riordan, I only own Cressida and any original scenes and dialogue I've written.) (A/N: I don't know what that description was but I hope you still choose to read my story because I think it's pretty good. Please don't plagiarise and I hope you enjoy.)

The Betrayed Prince |Percy Jackson Fanfic| by TheSecretiveAngel

A/N: I do not own anything except for the things I made, all belongs to Rick Riordan. I know, I know. It's not the most original story. But...You know what? I'll do the disclaimer later. For now, let's get on to the synopsis, shall we? We shall. ~~ People will use you over and over again to their fulfilment. They'll play with you until you're beaten to the bone. Until you're not shining anymore and they throw you away. Well, in my case it's the demigods and the Gods. Look, I didn't ask for any of this. I had accepted anything that came my way before, but don't I get my own happy ending? All I wanted was to live peacefully with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase who I would do anything for, and my friends. We deserve at least that. So why is it as soon as he comes in everything was taken away from me? What did I do? What did Timothy Leon ever do to have the right to take everything that I have? He didn't save the world. I did. He didn't go to a long dangerous quest alone just for the sake of his friends to finally have a happy life. I did. So, I left. Thus, the start of my new life free from the Gods and their controlling ways. I was finally where I belong but now, I have to go back. Well, it was a matter of time anyway. Sooner or later, you'll have to face the past and unfortunately, my time has come.

Dolce Dissonance // 'Sweet Dissonance' by WordsOfASarcast

Nico di Angelo, is a busy man. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job, he's good at it. He loves to write, he loves to sell his songs and hear them come to life with so many talented musicians. And now he has ANGEL, he can release his own music without any of the nepotism allegations. Because the last thing his father would do is give him extra attention - but if he keeps winning awards, maybe he just might get his attention. That's what he used to tell himself, and then he won a literal Grammy and his father still didn't care. But by that point, Nico had worked himself up the DOA Records ladder first as a musician and then becoming an award winning artist and he loved it enough he could forget his father's opinion (or lack thereof). Nico wasn't blind. He could admit that Will Solace was easy on the eyes (read: super fucking hot) but they were both young artists competing for the same awards and Nico didn't have the luxury of supportive, knowledgeable parents to help him out. So sue him, if he doesn't love Will Solace who seems to be trying separate himself from everything Nico ever wanted.

I hate that I love you by LazuliteTheSeawing

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Atramentous: A Solangelo AU by IWrteFicNotTragedies

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Death Cannot Stop Me - A Percy Jackson Fan-fiction by Shrimpington

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The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club

Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.