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Nameless

MGA BUMASA 3,185
Mga Boto 156
Mga Parte 10
Oras 2h 7m

MGA BUMASA 3,185
Mga Boto 156
Mga Parte 10
Oras 2h 7m

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I don't have a name. Not a proper one. He gave me one when he found me. But I don't know my real name. He saved me. From the dark place. I was made there. Just a creature. Nothing more to their eyes. They didn't know I could feel pain and emotion, longing and sadness. They just thought I was an empty case to experiment on. They were wrong. 

In the Victorian London slums, Silas finds a girl, wounded and beaten by the road, frightened and confused. He brings her in and finding she doesn't have a name, calls her Charity. But she isn't an ordinary girl. They set out to find the truth about Charity, and whether she is really a creature, or if she is in fact human.

Historical, Science-Fiction, Mystery/Thriller

Warning: some scenes may contain violence

Historical fiction #101 (6/4/2015)All Rights Reserved

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Shattered (Complete) #Wattys2019 ni HanaSafaya

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

The Claimed ni Mentally-Insane

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

°Run° ni maritjeee

Grace never thought she'd end up stuck in a place like this, how could it be worse than the arena? Stranded in the middle of nowhere, Grace is stuck with a group of teens, all trying to survive in the wild. Noa is doing his best to keep things together, but it's getting harder. Tensions are high, supplies are low, Aura's having issues continuing while pregnant, and no one knows what's going on or how to get out. Grace thought survival was the hardest part... until escape painted a bigger target on her back. Dragged deeper into a world of hidden experiments, broken loyalties, and stolen futures, she must battle not just the monsters chasing her, but the one growing inside her. Loss tears at their fragile group, and every step towards safety reveals new layers of the enemy's deception. Grace faces impossible choices as the walls close in: what would you sacrifice to stay free? And when the price is everything, you are... who do you become? There are four books in the series, Run is the second book. The first one is called Adapt: https://www.wattpad.com/story/227457413?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=maritjeee Still heavily Maze Runner inspired. Started writing the series back in June 2020, finished this book on 29 April 2025. TW: violence, swearing psychological trauma, physical injury, medical experimentation, body horror, loss, grief, emotional distress, death, abuse.

Run ni prantikawrites

Highest Ranks - #76 SF | 31/8/17 #146 ADV | 1/1/18 10K Reads | June 19th, 2018 *BOOK ONE OF THE OPERATION EVOLUTIANS TRILOGY* She woke up knowing nothing. Not where she was or why she was there. She didn't know the reason behind the injuries and scars marking her skin or why she was found in the forest. Alone. With a bullet in her shoulder. All she knew was her name, Lauren. And his name; Spencer. The name without a face, a memory. Just that name. Lauren was in a hospital, that's what the blue-eyed woman told her. A place to help her recover, a place to heal. It was, until it wasn't. And now, she's on the run. ***** February 6, 2017 - August 4th, 2017 Unedited ***** © 2017 by Prantika Saha

Incarceration ni HarrietMaxwell

In the dystopian world of Madina City, officials are determined to enforce all rules and punish all offenders. So they've built Ranum Correctional Institute , where people, including kids, are incarcerated for even the most minor offenses. And no one know Ranum Correctional Institute better than Harriet Maxwell. The daughter of a former guard, Maxwell can expertly navigate the place - including its secret tunnels and corridors. After her father's death, Maxwell is determined to follow in his footsteps, helping prisoners escape the cruel life so many of them have not truly earned. But when Maxwell gets caught, she learns what it's like to be a prisoner herself. Now, like other inmates, she's locked in a tiny cell, released only for meals, and forced to play the game inside the "Sim" - a brutal virtual reality experiment designed to punish inmates for their "crimes." Much of the idea of the Sim had been to provide closure for the victim. The ability and legal right to exact revenge on those who had wronged them. The Sim gives ultimate control over another human being. And control, for many, makes them drunk with power. When guards begin forcing prisoners to play more frequently, Maxwell realizes that "the game" has other motives.

Monster monster {PART Two of Lost & Found series} ni Apersonthatisnotyou

{Book 2 of Lost + Found. Read Runner runner first} "Being hurt repeatedly can make a monster out of someone." - Unknown - Losing control has always been Lindsey's greatest fear. Losing his humanity, losing who he is, losing what he believes in. Giving into the monster, letting it outside it's cage was the worst feeling he could possibly imagine. . . . But the monster festering inside him had escaped. It'd switch on and off like someone was pushing a button although he was certain it wasn't him. With the beast inside the things it's done, the things he's done, Lindsey felt like he was walking the line between good and evil. . . Living with guilt drags a person down but living with someone who you loved who you trusted who did such a horrible thing was probably worse. But what was losing sanity like? Probably worse again. . .

We Only Have The Night (Completed) ni agcor85

Night Dantas wakes up in her apartment in London completely confused, terrified of sunlight and all the things that she used to love in the city. Before that she only remembered she was drunk in a pub and a voice of a man that promised her she would feel again and she would meet her tears she could never cry... Since then she can't face the sun, the artificial sounds and the combination of smells of the city got her disturbed, but she also felt capable of things she never could. Trying to run away from pain, Night went back to her roots in Portugal, to find out some peace. One year after Night came back to the portuguese village of Gondar, she keeps doomed to an existence of moonlight and a silent sadness where the woods are her night home. She only feels comfort there but she isn't the only sinister creature rounding the woods. With the help of her best friend Lili and José, the man madly in love with her, she will face her demons and will learn she can be loved even if she only has the night to offer. A first part of a romance with some science fiction in between (second part will start soon to be written). Hope you enjoy this story! :) (P.S.: This first part is finished and totally edited. I guess it's not perfect because English is not my first language, so any tip you dear readers want to add about any english errors you see in this story, it will be well appreciated :D )

My Kingdom Come Book 1: The Saints We See (Complete) ni ShadOLeerie

Do your genes, your parents, teachers, or your master determine who you will be in life? Can they set your value in the universe? 650 years ago the known species of the universe came together and signed the Alliance, a document that would help each race find its place in the universe. It granted freedom to some and the scant protection of slavery to others. Into this society a handful of children are born who will change it forever, if they can survive to adulthood. Here is the origin story of two of those children. Hathu is born to a man determined to make the universe bow to him and his species. Since he learned to talk, Hathu has been a disappointment to his father. He doesn't want to become a warrior, and he refuses to assert his dominance. When he accidentally overhears his father plotting against the Ir'Klahn empire, can Hathu stop him? Mik is born with no rights, destined to become a lifelong slave. His mother tries to protect him from this fate by running away and finding a home for them on a trading ship that travels from world to world. They are safe for now, but how long can they hide from the best trackers in the universe? This is the first book in the My Kingdom Come series. Updates every Tuesday. :) My 2021 Nanowrimo so please excuse the unedited condition of the story. Be warned: there is violence, rape, murder, abuse, self harm and suicidal thoughts in this story. I do not post trigger warnings.

Alpha Ares [Complete] ni llaurenllove

11:59 pm "5" "4" "3" They chanted counting down to the moment Ares will meet his mate. "2" "1" Sparks erupted in my heart making me gasp and fall onto my knees in shock of the unfamiliar feeling. Everyone in the ballroom turn to me before gasping in shock. A loud Beastly roar is heard through the air making everyone go silent. "Oh Shit!" Steven exclaimed next to me, his brown eyes going huge at the sight in front of me I look up to see Ares, he jumps off the stage and runs at me, the crowd splits in half leaving me in the middle where he can get to me easier "Gee thanks guys" I glare at everyone He quickly but gently picks me up into his strong arms slamming his soft pink lips onto mine. Fireworks.Sparks.Tingles. It's as if all of the evil memories or thoughts of him were washed away as I kissed him more. Like as if I was brainwashed, in a trance that I couldn't break out of. It was addicting like a drug, I had to have more. Then I remember who he was. What he has done to innocent people. My mate is a monster. I pull away in shock not believing what I just have done. It felt like I murdered someone just by kissing Him. This is wrong. I hate it. But, I love it. He looked at me with shock and hurt expression on his face The Alpha Ares actually has feelings? "What did I--" He asked quickly but was cut off by me bolting into the crowd of people leaving Ares standing there In shock. • This is my first story so please don't roast me boy and the sequel is way better trust me. Just bare with me pls. |Copyright 2015 | All rights reserved to llaurenllove | This material shall not be be rewritten, published, or redistributed |

The apostles of the black goat Judas deluxe edition ni _deadmantales777

Author's forewords: Welcome I am bishop mizu, A young African American writer. This will be an ongoing series. I will drop multiple chapters each month for this dark novel, or I might surprise you with random drops. I want to build an active community of fellow writers to give any advice or valid criticisms freely. I love fan engagement, so you can contact me on Facebook and other social media by asking me. All art is owned by the artist, the original artist, and DM. If you need the artist names, they are free to use. Content WARING THIS CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT and topics 18+ The authors do not share views with any characters. Also, I'm not the only author. I have guest authors to write some chapters, and I will give myself credit. Don't worry. They will stay consistent with the plot and canon. Much love and appreciation from your friendly neighborhood horror wittier, Bishop Mizu. Story description: This is a tale of Judas Baphomet, the black goat and future ruler of earth and spawn of the black Gaia, aka shub-ziggurat. Will this eldritch half-goat, half-man humanoid being rule the omiverse, or will Bill Sliver and his friends stop him? There are many cosmic deities and various demons that are pulling strings. This story is told through the eyes of the protagonist, Bill Sliver. He and a group of his friends camp in the black woods. Bill and his friends will soon find out that they are not the only ones in the woods and that hell on earth will quickly fly out like a bat from the fiery gates of hell. They shall soon see they are just a grain of sand compared to the onimverse.

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Shattered (Complete) #Wattys2019 cover

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Incarceration cover

Monster monster {PART Two of Lost & Found series} cover

We Only Have The Night (Completed) cover

My Kingdom Come Book 1: The Saints We See (Complete) cover

Alpha Ares [Complete] cover

The apostles of the black goat Judas deluxe edition cover

Shattered (Complete) #Wattys2019

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. * Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. * WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

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