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breakable [adjective ; possible to break : able to break] The only last memory was being dragged away from her loved ones.

❝Daddys coming...❞ You and your friends decided to go on a camping trip, But you get into a car crash and arrive at a strange and haunted house...

This is a game of survival. 5- 10 players are recommended. You will have two choices, 1 and 2. If all of you pick the wrong answer, one will fall. Try to live, or DIE TRYING

" The longer you play the less innocent you are, 1......2........3......ready or not here I come"

This is January's game. You should know the rules already, and it will go on from what happened last survival game.... If you lived, of course

Eleanor Parker is a twenty-seven year old woman who has just returned to London after living in Italy for eleven years. Once moving back to her home, she undergo's a bundle of new adventures of mystery and crime with her childhood friend, Sherlock Holmes and his blogger John Watson. However, Eleanor doesn't think she can cope with this thrilling and striking new life style for long as not only her past with Sherlock rises to the surface, but the memories she tried so hard to push aside come flooding back and her fears are put to the test when a certain, consulting criminal comes into the picture and bothers the consulting detective and his companions. After all, caring is not an advantage. Right?

Poems are my outlet. Let me explain to you through a poem what I mean... these are my stories. I hope you connect to me through them. My poetry is not a work of Fiction It is not stolen or taken from anothers lines I will never stop writing my poetry I will not write around CAUTION cones and do not cross tape I will not limit myself in fear of ruining Someone's perfect image of the world My poems are My thoughts My feelings My good days and bad put on paper These are my stories My memoirs My way of sharing and unleashing The things people said I should be ashamed of People said I would become nothing A nobody Those same people thought They were knocking me down But I started writing when I was weak Putting my poems on paper Ignited me It sparked a flame That helped me find my purpose So when I see them again And they ask me Who I am My answer will be easy I am a poet

Chryss's friend lost her sister. She just vanished. Six months later, they find out she's alive. But as always, there's a catch. Evil has her in its hand, and won't let go until the girls play a little game. Read on to see who wins.

Rules will change, tables with turn, people will lie, people will learn, and now it's your turn. Let's play Mafia. *** Mafia, a fun and silly game to play with your friends, right? One person is the Storyteller, another the Mafia, and another the Angel. The Mafia tries to kill someone, Angel can save them? Yeah, no. This is a different version of Mafia. A dangerous one. A one were people get hurt. A one were people lie, and people learn. One with a dangerous Mr. Z watched there every move. Let's play Mafia. | Inspired by Among Us and Flicker | WARNING: Includes blood, death, mild language, etc.

Let's play a game! Let's sweet talk, Let's play fight, Let's talk 24/7, Let's tell each other Goodmorningg and Goodnightt everyday, Let's take walks together, Let's hang out with each other's friends together, Let's go on dates, Let's talk on the phone all night long, Let's cuddle and hold each other, Let's kiss and hug and say 'I Love You', And who ever actually falls in love first? LOSES!

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Lonely. Teased. Bullied. These things are what 18-year old Ashlynn Woods is used to. But then she starts finding notes telling her 'not to look in the shadows,' and to 'RUN.' In this book of monsters, death, and excitement, you will find that sometimes, ignorance means death. And that not everyone is who they say they are...

Mia was a hard worker, living in little apartment and trying her hardest to finish medical school and survive each day. Brayan was a rich womaniser and well know doctor just trying to get funding for a new clinic. What happens when a twin sister ultimatums and babies get in d way of their success? It's a recipe for disaster or would these two find a happily ever after!

Follow me as we figure out what the future holds... together May Hope always shine through Despair

(Jungkook and Taehyung FF) Seoul; Südkorea: Seit Monaten fragen sich die Leute wer den berühmten Mörder Saw ersetzt hat. Doch die Polizei ermittelt immer noch am Fall, immer noch vergeblich. Die FBI Gruppe BTS hat den Fall jetzt übernommen. Hoffen wir das sie die Täter finden und enttarnen. Hinweise die sie bitte beachten sollten. Es sind zwei Schwestern. Eine weiß haarig die andere schwarz-haarig. Sollte wir mehr Informationen haben werden wir sie informieren. Das war's aus unserer Seite, schönen Abend noch. "Die suchen immer noch nach uns Sis " kam es aus mir "Echt? warum können die eigentlich nicht aufgeben?" erwiderte die schwarz-haarige die mit einem Taschenmesser spielte. "Ich weiß es nicht? auf jeden fall haben sie jetzt das FBI Team BTS auf uns gehetzt", "WAS?!....B-BTS?" stotterte sie plötzlich. Sie sah ziemlich geschockt aus "Was hast du den?", "Die haben fast Dad erwischt, was...w-was ist wenn sie uns erwischen?". Ich seufzte "mach dir keine Sorgen, das übernehme ja ich" grinste ich sie an ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Iris is blamed for the death's of her closest family when she is the only one to survive the fatal car accident. She goes to live with her Aunt Martha, even though they have never been the closest people, but everyone else has pushed her away since the incident. After the looks of disgust faded from her relatives, she was utterly alone. Iris blocked everyone out and showed no emotions towards a soul. Thus, inviting the hollows to invade her body and mind. They 'persuade' her to play a game, three strikes and she's out. All Iris wants is answers, but hollows don't play fair in the shadows. Hollows want nothing more then to eat away at the purest host, to become strong enough to create there own vessel, body, so they can blend in during the day and terrorize society at night. The Sirens have just a little bit different in mind, they want nothing but to see the agony of others. They linger to those who are two steps closer to death. They watch for near by tragedies.