12th Stories

-It feels that now,I don't even mind falling in love with her- ~Om~ This a sweet-little story of two teenager online friends(Om&Samira). They both became good friends while chatting online and they started liking eachother without even seen eachother's face 👀. Later on they realised they have already fell for eachother.

About a man who recently received a phone from his manager at work but then soon relised its possessed

This is my first little collection of oneshots, so please let me know what you think. Requests are: OPEN Dedicated to ggdean98 (who also requested it)

letters to your unrequited love #1 on #September 2023

she was a child, looking and searching for her dreams, whispering and looking for her fairytale where she got lost in whispers or maybe dreams NOTE: it is not a fairytale and a story of a teenage girl it does not contain any prince charming

Ever have the feeling that no one hears your side of the story, or in this case the fandom? They always assume how you must feel about it because of all the hype and expectations. Well, welcome to my little rant (or opinion) on the upcoming movies/shows/books/etc. that makes us fan-girls and fan-boys squeal and how I feel. You've been warned

An entry of the Board Exam experience straight from the sufferer!😂 A 10th grader!! Subtle... Short and Funny...

What if Pyroviles aren't the only danger in Pompeii. About Pyroviles takes care 10th Doctor, 12th has another problem to solve...

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.

The Doctor learns to like his new domestic/family life

When the Doctor and Clara encounter some Time Diptera, who threaten the Doctor's past. They need to work together to stop it from happening. With some help from a time weaver.

It is November 20th, 2014. Clara is in the TARDIS with the (11th) Doctor. The Doctor is now old and is forced to regenerate. In the blink of an eye, the Doctor Clara once knew, is now a completely different person. Join Clara on her adventures through time and space, and on her journey to discover who he is...

Doctor prohrál sázku a musí Claru vzít někam na oběd. Jenomže, když je ten valentýn, tak proč to nepřetransformovat na romantickou večeři? ---- Nemám za vás žádnou zodpovědnost jasné. Cokoliv se vám přihodí při čtení této ff není na mě. Já vás varovala. Hezký valentýn