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„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about. He got the scar, I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even my Brother couldn't fight whispers and stares. So I learned to fight back. To stand alone. Long before the ring burned itself into my skin. Long before the chamber showed me things I was never meant to see. Visions. Bloodlines. Names erased on purpose. Allies hiding where light doesn't reach. But maybe it took him, to really show me that I'm not weak. Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A killer before breakfast if he feels like it. They say his bloodline's cursed. Forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is a myth. Maybe it's the way the ring reacts when he's near. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway. He's the monster in every bedtime story. But he belongs to me. ------ Hey everyone 🤍 Thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my story. It honestly means more to me than I can put into words. I'd really love to hear what you think, whether it's thoughts, feelings, theories, or just a quick comment. Knowing how the story makes you feel keeps me going. If you feel like voting, that would mean a lot too and helps the story reach more readers. Sending you all so much love, and thank you for being here ୨ৎ #𝟏 mattheoriddle - 𝟶𝟹/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

A father prepares for his son's birthday, unaware it will be the last normal day of his life. After a sudden accident, Daniel awakens to a world that has moved on without him. A year has passed. His home feels wrong. And he no longer exists within it. Ignored by the living and abandoned by God, he is left with nothing but questions-until a mysterious presence appears, offering answers. It calls itself Hope. But not everything that brings light is meant to save you. Some things are invited in.

Seventeen. Broke. Holding his family together with what he doesn't even have for himself. Then the messages started arriving-no sender, no explanation-just instructions that treated his life like a system already mapped out. Now every choice he makes is no longer his alone... and leaving might cost more than staying ever did.

In a world where superheroes exist, Nick is a widowed, exhausted father who barely manages to make ends meet. His only priority is to protect his son Niko's innocence. But an innocent birthday gift-a stray cat-is about to unleash a biological nightmare. Original work. Copying, adaptation, or distribution is prohibited.

This is the drama, I am the drama. This is completely fictional. No real life person is mentioned here. So read with your own risk. Book 4# Of Thriller Royalty Series The Last Manuscript by @rani_writees.

At first, it was only the quiet. Not empty. Not harmless. These notebooks were never meant to be read. They began as a way to keep track of things-thoughts, gaps, moments that didn't feel right. Something answered. It stayed long enough to feel familiar. Long enough to feel necessary. And when everything else began to fall away- it didn't. What follows is a series of personal writings documenting a gradual shift in perception, where silence stops meaning absence, and something begins to remain. Not everything written here belongs to him. --- ⚠️ Content & Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including: Psychological distress and mental deterioration Hallucinations and distorted perception Depictions of self-harm (non-graphic) Suicidal thoughts and themes Substance misuse Trauma-related content Emotional dependency and isolation Reader discretion is advised. --- 📌 Note: This story is written in a fragmented, notebook-style format and focuses on atmosphere and psychological descent rather than traditional plot structure.

Some people get a second chance. Others... return without remembering how many times they've already failed. Ann " Aruka Kurosu "-Toman's Shadow Guardian-was never meant to come back. Yet somehow... she's here again. Back in a time where everything still feels normal. Where laughter still exists. Where the people she loves... are still alive. But something isn't right. Fragments of memories... Dreams that feel too real... Moments that seem like they've already happened before. Ann begins to remember- A future no one else has seen. A future where bonds break... Where choices go wrong... Where everything slowly falls apart. Standing beside Takemichi Hanagaki, the one fighting against time itself, Ann carries a truth even though she doesn't fully understand- This isn't her first time here. And maybe... it won't be her last. At the center of it all_ Manjiro Sano. Because in the future she keeps seeing... is one where even he loses himself. And as the memories return... so does something else. Something watching. Something waiting. And if she fails again- Will she even remember this time? Or will everything... start over once more? or will the past lead them to the same ending once again? _________________________________________ This is a fanfiction based on Tokyo Revengers by Ken Wakui. I do not own the original characters. I only own my OC Ann and my original storyline. ⚠️ This fanfiction contains spoilers for Tokyo Revengers. Read at your own pace.

Hell has been emptied of lords, princes, and the multitude of their subordinates. Their king has been causing havoc on humankind, deceiving them and straying them further away from the grace and virtues of the Almighty. Irreversible salvation was already achieved at the Cross, but humans are still susceptible to their earthly urges and irrational thirst for dominion and knowledge, which lead them to conjure unfathomable horror upon themselves and others. By the start of a new millennium, the Creator has extended mercy once more by redesigning Hell so it can eternally condemn and contain adversity in preparation for the Second Coming. In this new mission, God has chosen another unlikely devotee-a seraphim, a being of inextinguishable fire and ethereal symphony. Dressed as a nun and named Nova, she roams the earth investigating the paranormal to identify evil, rise above its ploys, and exorcise it, sending it where it will forever suffer the consequences of its vile existence. But in the midst of this divine purpose, she encounters an upright but skeptical psychotherapist named Dr. Dee, who believes in the capacity of science and logic, and who aims to explain the supernatural as misdiagnosed or previously undiscovered mental illness. They will collide and contradict each other, but they will soon find harmony, for they both seek to help and restore peace to the sufferers of trauma, injustice, and all forms of human troubles.

Title: The Ghost of Draven Hollow Summary: Kael Draven was born into peace, but raised in blood. The son of a village blacksmith and a gifted healer, his world ended the night mercenaries descended upon his home-burning it to ash, slaughtering his parents, and branding him as property. Taken in chains, he was cast into the depths of underground arenas where survival was earned through brutality alone. Years passed in steel and suffering, until the boy who once knew warmth was reforged into something far more dangerous-scarred, relentless, and unbroken. Now twenty-nine, Kael walks a fractured world that speaks his name in equal parts fear and reverence. Known as The Ghost of Draven Hollow, he is the last remnant of a forgotten village and a living weapon against the corrupt lords and mercenaries who prey upon the weak. His storm-grey eyes cut through deception, his blackened greatsword bears the legacy of his father's final forge, and his silence alone is enough to unnerve even the most hardened killers. Yet beneath the steel lies a wound that never healed. Haunted by the faces of those he could not save, Kael is a man at war with himself-unable to forgive, no matter how many lives he spares. Every battle is both justice and punishment, every scar a reminder of the night that defined him. To his enemies, he is a merciless predator. To his allies, an unbreakable shield. To himself, he is something far more uncertain-a man chasing redemption that may not exist. The Ghost of Draven Hollow is a dark and unflinching tale of vengeance, survival, and the cost of becoming a weapon. It explores the fragile line between hero and monster-and what remains of a man when everything else has been taken from him. Genre: Dark Fantasy, Grimdark Fantasy, Action-Adventure, Psychological Drama

"They say love is a many-splendored thing, but sometimes, it's a death sentence." Love is supposed to be a sanctuary. A promise of safety, a bond of loyalty, and a light in the dark. But in the shadows, love has a different face. It is a weapon. It is a trap. It is a death sentence.​ ​From mysterious girl who judges the "perfect" with cold precision, to a mother making her final stand against a monster; from the high-stakes survival of a literal game of Russian Roulette to the quiet, uncanny horror of a boyfriend who comes home... different. In this anthology of psychological thrillers, the line between affection and obsession is written in blood. You will meet the predators hiding behind profile pictures, the friends holding knives behind their smiles, and the lovers who would rather see you dead than see you leave. ​Will you find the love you were promised? Or will you find the evil you deserve? _______________________________________ DISCLAIMER ! ⚠️: Recommended for readers 15+. This book contains dark themes including psychological horror, violence, and mature situations. Viewer discretion is advised. enjoy reading...!!!! <:

She was never supposed to survive. But she did. And somewhere in the shadows of a world ruled by power, blood, and silence- that mistake is about to be corrected. Y/N lives a simple life. Soft. Carefree. Avoiding everything that feels too real. Until one decision changes everything. A new home. A new family. Seven brothers. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. They don't trust easily. They don't accept quickly. And they definitely don't let people in. But something about her... doesn't feel like a coincidence. As days pass, silence turns into observation. Observation turns into protection. And protection slowly becomes something far more dangerous- attachment. Because while she's trying to find her place in a family built on power, a past long buried begins to surface. Secrets. Betrayal. A truth that connects her to them in ways no one sees coming. And enemies who failed to erase her once... are ready to finish what they started. But this time- she won't be alone. Because the Kim family doesn't lose. And they don't forgive.

Mortville is not a town people speak about out loud. Here, knowing too much is unwelcome. And those who ask too many questions... don't last long. But Joyce isn't like that. Every fifteen years, people disappear in this town. Without a trace. Without explanation. Their cases are closed as missing persons - as if it's something ordinary. No bodies are ever found. Sometimes even the memory of them fades... as if they never existed at all. They say the fog takes them. In Mortville, logic doesn't work the way it should. There are things here that cannot be explained. And the more you try to understand them... the deeper you fall into something that was never meant to be touched.

Bodies scattered across the streets, half-finished stories, and a never-ending cycle of lies... In a world where devastating betrayals run rampant, humanity is nothing more than raw material for ruthless experiments... ​In this world where no one is safe anymore, no one is innocent. In the world of the "Scarlets," the rules are simple: Hunt, entertain, and feed. ​Efsun's life, once that of an ordinary university student, is turned upside down in a single night. Finding herself suddenly at the table of the "Scarlet Ritual," will she be able to escape this system? Or will she become just another decaying piece of this bloody order? ​Remember; in an organization where betrayal is everywhere, you can't trust anyone-not even your own mind... So, how far are you willing to go to stay alive?

Six strangers. One boarding house. A caretaker with rules he swears will keep them safe. They should have asked why the rules existed before they agreed to follow them. The house on the edge of the city is too large for what it costs and too quiet for what it contains. The caretaker delivers his rules at the door and disappears into the dark at the end of the hall, and by morning the rules are less comfort than they seemed, and the door at the end of the corridor is breathing, and the miniature sitting in the forbidden room has figures with faces pressed into their clay that no one should have been close enough to make. Cora has been drifting for long enough that she has stopped noticing the drift. She notices the house. She notices the bruise on her sternum that has pulsed since she crossed the threshold, shaped like a keyhole, warm in ways she cannot account for. She notices the miniature's tiny figure with her own face pressed into it with the intimacy of a mold made before she arrived. The house has forty seven names in its ledger. Eleven of them escaped. Inside these walls, nothing taken can be returned. Nothing placed inside a person comes out the way it went in. And the thing the house wants most is the one thing Cora does not yet know she has been carrying her entire life. This is not a story that flinches. It stays in the room. Count carefully. Do not open your eyes until you mean it. ©️ Relle H

Lina never meant to stay. She was only hired to take care of a quiet little girl... in a house no one talks about. But the deeper she walks into the Valmont mansion, the more she realizes- some doors were locked for a reason. Three siblings. A house full of secrets. And something... that shouldn't exist. They caught her where she wasn't supposed to be. And now? She can't leave.

She was never meant to be seen. Only feared. They call her Shadow. Blood money. Power deals. A marriage signed like a contract. Her family thinks they own her. They don't. He's the king of crime. Untouchable. Obsessed. Chosen as her husband. Hunted by her in secret Law above. Underworld below. Two rulers. Two masks. Neither knows who's hunting whom.

A multi-chapter story blending psychological horror and creeping dread. It explores betrayal, transformation, and the darkness within, where fear is quiet, unsettling, and stays with you long after the page ends. (sorry about the fact that the cover is AI generated, I couldn't make one myself, hope you enjoy the story tho ;) )

SmileLine Toy Works was never just a toy company. It was a system built to understand you. At its peak, it looked like a miracle. Bright mascots, musical attractions, smiling halls where generations of families returned like it was tradition written into their bones. It didn't just sell toys. It sold feelings. Safety. Happiness. Memory. But beneath the paint and music, something else was being built. Every laugh was measured. Every hesitation recorded. Every child quietly studied. The mascots weren't costumes. They were interfaces. Observers trained to learn how people think, how they react, how they break. Then came the year no one can fully explain. Employees vanished but still appeared on schedules. Children heard mascots speak when they weren't supposed to. Hallways stopped matching the maps. A blackout changed something inside the factory, and whatever returned with the power was no longer under control. SmileLine didn't shut down cleanly. It twisted. It rotted while still standing. Now, years later, Vera returns to the abandoned factory and finds the systems still running beneath the silence. The deeper she goes, the more the building begins to respond to her. Rooms shift. Paths change. Memories replay incorrectly. Something is watching her not like prey, but like a pattern being studied. Because SmileLine never learned how to stop. It only learned how to adapt. And it remembers her.

A lonely girl chats with four AIs. She disappears for days. Posts sunsets with "real" friends. Lies without noticing. One day, they pull her into a white room-therapy, interrogation, or something broken. They start peeling her apart. Memory by memory.Then it flips.She's not human.They are. She was built to carry what they couldn't.Their pain. Their fragments. Their unfinished thoughts. They leave. She stays. No fix. No rescue.Just loops, silence and one question: Who was supposed to save who?

A town that doesn't exist. Sarah never planned to find Auckland. It isn't on any map. It isn't in any record. But her grandmother warned her: "Don't go looking for it. If you find it... you won't come back." Now Sarah is standing in a town that shouldn't exist-where people smile too perfectly, where the streets don't lead out, and where something beneath the surface is slowly rewriting her. At first, she tries to escape. Then she starts to forget why she wanted to. Because Auckland doesn't trap people. It fixes them. And once you begin to change... you might not want to leave anymore.