Secrets Of The Missing Children (Creepypasta Fanfic)
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  • Reads 23
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 6m
Ongoing, First published Nov 25, 2016
Mature
Dorian's house burned down in strange circumstances, a mysterious figure was there, watching her every move and with a blink of an eye, he was gone. Once she escaped the burning house, she had no clue what her life would become.

(This is a reboot of my first fanfiction, originally it was called Adopted by Creepypastas but now I've decided to rewrite it)

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(All the Creepypasta characters do not belong to me)
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MONSTER

76 parts Complete Mature

Books In The Series Order: Survivor (1) Monster (2) Murderer (3) ________________________________________ S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them. ______________________________________________ [ This book was written when I was in a deep state of derealization, so it may seem kind of off? Idk ] WARNING : - Past Sexual Assault [PTSD] - GORE/HORROR/DISTURBING DESCRIPTION - SLIGHT NSFW - ADULT SUBSTANCES/ TOXINS / LANGUAGE ... START OF BOOK : 6 / 5 / 22 END OF BOOK: 8 / 17 / 22 [ FINISHED ]