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CatherineCatten

dragiczna nienormalna paranormalne smutna straszne

Była dziewczynka która w życiu miała same nieszczęścia,nikt jej nie pocieszał lecz ona każdego pocieszała. Nikt nie umiał zauważyć,że jest smutna.
       Każdy uważał,że jest dziwna i dziecinna a tak naprawdę była w środku poważna i dorosła.Szukała swej przyjaciółki od serca lecz przez 14 lat jej nie znalazła była tak smutna i wykończona psychicznie, że się poddała.All Rights Reserved

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You Are Not The Monster That They Knew✔ by MegaNutella

⚰"So what's your actual name anyways? I mean we are going to basically travel the world together so it would be nice to have a name to address you by-." I was cut off my my roommate. "Zoey, that's my name." Wait so it's not Lydia? "Then why did your boyfriend say Lydia?" I asked as the waiter brought our check. "Lydia is..." My roommate looked out the large glass window to the moon. Her face was flooded with worry and fear. The very second she looked at the moon she looked away and quickly worked on the check. "Let's go."⚰ ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Megan had always been amazed by the paranormal. From the movement of an item to voices with no defined messenger, she loved it all. One day, after watching numerous Ouija board videos, she decides to make her own. Her friends never believed like she did, and refused to play with her. One of the Ouija rules was to not play alone unless you really want to take the risk. Megan takes this potential risk but, the board isn't how the videos portray it...

Slay My Soul by CassidyRoseNZ

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.

Broken Pieces (Jason the Toymaker x Reader) by SarahMKJ

An accident during a competition shattered her life in the horse world. Her life is now in a wheelchair. Her only friend on main campus was a shattered doll that she fixed and took care of. She didn't know that the porcelain doll will change her life. For the better or the worst she doesn't know. Yet. I don't see a lot of these so decided to give it a try. I needed another project to work on while I do "Blank Face". I might do one more Creepypasta. *Contains strong language* Y/N- your name L/N- last name E/C- eye color H/C-hair color F/C- favorite color Hrs/C-horse color F/R- favorite restraunt ___- time skip pov- point of view

Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] by Sunmeee

'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

Killer Romance [Book 1] [Jeff the Killer x Reader] [JTK] by xXDarkQueenXxRei

Ten days? You have ten days left to live, but in those ten days, you have to act like you're dating him. What type of situation is that? A messed up one. Petty secrets... Incumbent lies... Weird, right? You don't even know this guy and, quite frankly, you're scared to death. It almost seems like fate is tempting you, slowly luring you into a black hole of what your life will soon be. But what will happen if Jeff seems to slowly attach himself to you? Will his protective actions be enough to keep away those dirty secrets and lies that are locked away in the barricades of his mind? Some lies may just be a cover, and some truths may lead to others, but there is an even bigger picture that you may not be alive to paint. Your life is about to turn into a nightmare. How many days will you last? (The reader is identified as female in this story. However, this does not mean other gender identities cannot read this.) -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Summer Creepypasta Awards (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *1st Place in Creepy/Evil/Supernatural 2015 Summer xReader FanFiction Awards (@FanFiction_Awards)* *#210 in Fanfiction* -+- First book in the Killer Romance Series. (Jeff the Killer x Reader) I don't own Jeff the Killer and I don't own you. Most of the characters presented in this book do not belong to me. Picture used in the cover isn't mine. Credit to the creator. -+- 2023 UPDATE: I wrote this story almost 10 years ago when I was a teenager. Reading back through it now, I can see so many things I wish I wrote differently. So many things that I find just... cringy. It's one of the reasons I cannot complete the series. I really wish that one day I'll rewrite this entire thing to be more sensible. For now, I hope that you can enjoy what gave me so much joy as a teen. Thank you to everyone who has come back to leave such nice comments after so many years. I will return to writing one day.

Moonlight Sonata by LordHebur

(Sequel to Clair de Lune) "I'm not scared of the thunder anymore." I can taste the fear in the air. This place, it isn't like PASCI, or at least the PASCI we know. Everyone is crammed two to a cell, and I'm too far away from my family to be comfortable. What's left of them, that is. It isn't long before someone starts to cause issues. We're broken out, the building is on lockdown, and I'm hunting down the only people I have left in this world. Except when I open the door...past mistakes are brought into the light and I'm forced to face them as I'm met with a new enemy, one with a motive far more devious than that of the poor PASCI corporation. They want to take back what's theirs, and they won't let anyone stand in their path, agent, civilian, or subject alike. Someone is leading them too, a man with power enough to warp and bend the minds around him to do his bidding. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Does Love Sink or Swim? ( Ben Drowned X Suicidal Reader!) by PossesAngel123

He's a notorious villain in this little game we all call love. A man who lost all the hope and mercy from his eyes. A cold blooded demonic killer. Who winds up living in a house of other killers as well. Is there some sort of chance that this killer can understand the feeling of love? Can love break through the oceans of pain, death, and despair? Can a beloved town girl with masks to hide behind and a will that can be easily broken accept a painful twisted love? Can she love like a killer can? A type of emotion both parties had forgotten long ago, reappear? Can you call it love? Or an empathetic understanding? Will this "love" sink or swim?... Suicidal Reader X Ben Drowned WARNING:: Contains swearing and suicidal thoughts, may trigger some. May contain gore, since it is a creepypasta fanfic Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Under The Bed by LTHelms

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You Are Not The Monster That They Knew✔ cover

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Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] cover

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Moonlight Sonata cover

Does Love Sink or Swim? ( Ben Drowned X Suicidal Reader!) cover

Under The Bed cover

𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖊, [Sweet Home]✔ cover

Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader cover

You Are Not The Monster That They Knew✔

⚰"So what's your actual name anyways? I mean we are going to basically travel the world together so it would be nice to have a name to address you by-." I was cut off my my roommate. "Zoey, that's my name." Wait so it's not Lydia? "Then why did your boyfriend say Lydia?" I asked as the waiter brought our check. "Lydia is..." My roommate looked out the large glass window to the moon. Her face was flooded with worry and fear. The very second she looked at the moon she looked away and quickly worked on the check. "Let's go."⚰ ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Megan had always been amazed by the paranormal. From the movement of an item to voices with no defined messenger, she loved it all. One day, after watching numerous Ouija board videos, she decides to make her own. Her friends never believed like she did, and refused to play with her. One of the Ouija rules was to not play alone unless you really want to take the risk. Megan takes this potential risk but, the board isn't how the videos portray it...