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Ok so this is based off of many stories that i have read. I wanted to make one of my own✨ sorry if its bad like i said im new to this! Description: Tanjiro went off to the villiage to sell coal like he usally does. When he returns he finds his family to be slaughtered, everyone passes. Devastated tanjiro loses any emotion making him feel empty. When all hope seemed loss, something happened that could only be described as a mircle, somebody named yorichi a swordsman was willing to help tanjiro. With the help of his new teacher tanjiro rose that ranks fairly quickly meeting the hashira. Everyone was taken aback by his buety, eveybody wanted tanjiro for themselves... EVERYBODYYY Thats it. Sorry if it was crappy also i want to be proffesinol and add tw⚠️ .cursing .violence .death .age gaps .mention of suicide .obbsesion? .cringe worthy .dont like? Dont read🫶 Also in this tanjiro doesnt learn waterbreathing first sorry. (Edit: THANK YOU FOR 71k READS😭🤯)

Amari and Aeryena are drove home from concert wen Amari realize garntmoter ash is missing.She start freik out and calls ayuko from phone to ask if he is have gartnmodes ash wit him.Ayuko said no.She is are leave Aeeyan to driving to home lonely and dash to wer aryuko is.Ayuko is started cry again and say he swore he see gartmoder ash in car.What happen next??? 😲😲 we are not finished witk garntmoter's ashes

A night were everything changes for everyone.

Oh to Yearn Like an Angel is a historical fantasy romance set in 1789 Britain. After defying God, a fallen angel is cast down to Earth and forced to live among humans. Her otherworldly beauty quickly earns her the title of the season's most praised diamond-but beneath the silks and ballrooms, she is haunted by the life she lost. When she falls for a man she was never meant to love, desire clashes with divine punishment, and she must choose between redemption and her heart. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This is semi based off of bridgerton, but the story and characters all mine. Please enjoy <3

Hmm... this fanfic contains mentions of suicide, self harm, swears.. yk- just a 13 y/o letting their emotions out

A aparência de Amaya naquele dia era uma declaração de intenções. Ela vestia uma blusa social branca, impecavelmente passada, e uma saia de pregas escura que ia até o meio de suas coxas, revelando a pele alva que parecia nunca ter tocado o sol. Por cima, a capa negra sem brasão fluía como uma sombra líquida, mas era o capuz levantado que criava a barreira final. Ele cobria a parte superior de seu rosto, deixando visíveis apenas os lábios pálidos e o queixo firme. Entre os dentes, ela sustentava um pirulito de cereja que Ninfadora lhe empurrara no último segundo - um toque de rebeldia infantil que contrastava com sua aura de seriedade. Amaya subiu no Expresso de Hogwarts. Enquanto caminhava pelos corredores estreitos, o som de sua bota batendo no chão de metal era abafado pelo burburinho constante. Ela procurava por uma cabine vazia, mas sua presença já começava a atrair olhares. Uma garota de capa sem brasão, com o rosto oculto e uma postura que exalava uma autoconfiança gelada, era uma anomalia naquele trem. Ao passar pelas cabines do meio, Amaya sentiu uma mudança na atmosfera. O ar ali parecia mais carregado, saturado de perfume caro e vozes que carregavam o peso do sobrenome e do privilégio. Foi quando ela passou pela cabine de Draco Malfoy. A porta estava entreaberta. Draco estava sentado de forma relaxada, contando vantagem sobre as férias com Pansy Parkinson e os capangas Crabbe e Goyle. Mas, assim que a sombra de Amaya cruzou o vidro da porta, o loiro se calou.

Lewis Watkins was born into music - the kind with polished shoes, silent practice rooms, and hands trained to obey. His father, a legendary concert pianist, expects perfection; his mother measures love in discipline. And Lewis? He's starting to wonder if he even belongs to the life they've orchestrated for him. Then comes Ray Doyle - a boy who reads Shakespeare like slam poetry, wears socks with holes, and plays the guitar like the world's ending tomorrow. He's messy where Lewis is precise, loud where Lewis is silent, free where Lewis is trapped. And he makes Lewis feel things he's spent years trying not to. Caught between the crushing weight of expectation and the chaotic pull of something real, Lewis stumbles into a new rhythm: a borrowed guitar, a garage band called Static Ache, and a sound that feels like breathing for the first time. But breaking free has a cost - and Lewis must decide if creating his own music is worth destroying the one written for him. A story about pressure, rebellion, and finding the song only you can play.

I MADE SOME BULLSHITTT. ahem anyways. ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ I do this for you, and only for you. Please, the only thing I ask from you is to feel the same... you attack my heart

This is my last ditch effort pls someone help me find this story 🤸‍♂️🕳️

You're the lead singer of a band called Twisted Roses. Your band has recently been growing, with your Instagram account now reaching over 10k followers. It is announced that a talent show is taking place in order to give local bands an opportunity to grow bigger. Your band decides to enter. Little do you know, the judges aren't from around here...they're from the past. ~CURRENTLY ON HOLD UNTIL DECEMBER 2020~

ok, this is a bit of a dump for stories in my head, they will go for a while,I will notify you when im switching stories

this is my first story♡:)

I, Kleah Walker have always quite been an outsider/popular kid in high school. I never quite fit into any groups you know the sluts, emos, nerds, populars, and freaks. The only reason I’m even considered popular is cause Luke Hunter, the quarter back of the football is my best friend and guys always consider me “hot” even though I don’t see it . I will admit I am good looking 5’6, brown eyes with an inside layer of a golden yellow (every person I meet says my eyes are so special and I will admit they are one of a kind), light brown luscious hair, and a slim body with curves in the right place, but I never had a boyfriend. It’s not like I’m not interested in guys, it’s just I mainly focus on my studies and mostly spend time with Luke. Luke has always been there for me since 7th grade when my former best-friend humiliated me in front of everybody, he was my shoulder to lean and from that day on we were like 2 peas in a pod. Luke is extremely popular, he had black spiked hair, hypnotizing blue eyes, muscular figure, and an amazing jawline. Plus every single girl is all over him, and its plain disgusting. Yeah, you might’ve figured out by the way I described him that I do like him. I didn’t always have feelings for him though, but as we grew closer I started to develop those “feelings”. However I would never tell how I feel because 1. It would totally ruin our friendship if he didn’t like me back (and I know he doesn’t like me back) 2. He’s a total player who never had a stable relationship in his entire life. He goes through girls like a baby goes through toys so what’s the point of telling him.

Clara Drummond is a lady in waiting to Queen Charlotte. Enchanted by Mr. Gregory Bridgerton who has been longing for her just the same. After the Kings death, a year and a half passes. Lady Danbury finally convinces the Queen to host a grand ball. Mainly to assure her subjects England is perfectly well. During which Clara is allowed to attend, and Mr. Gregory Bridgerton is the suitor of the season. The two meet in the gardens, away from prying eyes as Gregory pleads with Clara to allow him her time.

A story about Sumellika, full of adventure and true love. Read the story to know more. This story is totally and souly based on my imagination and has noting to do with real life. It is not written to hurt, harm, or cause any kind of issue to anyone.

You know when you're 16 years old and it feels like the entire world is conspiring against you? Like there is no light among the darkness surrounding you? That's where I was when I met him. Now don't get this idea that this is some love story, or where the girl gets the boy because it's not. This is a story of romance, yes, but not a romance novel. It's more of a tragical romance, with tidbits of sarcasm, cheesy pick-up lines, heart-wrenching moments in the rain and well you know, read it to find out.

Troy has been in a major car crash. Carolina doesn't know what to think. The bad thing is, is that Troy doesn't remember Carolina. Read the hardships of their relationship. Will they have to break up their love or will he get his memory back? Read Trying to Find a Way to find out. This is the sequel for Alone for so Long.

A Story of five animatronics that go crazy!

Lily was just a normal girl, leading a normal life. Okay, no, she was just as strange as other people. Two years ago she left behind her best friend, Sabrina, and moved on. She hadn't told her where she was going, but now 2 years later, Sabrina and Lily are reunited. Turns out some things changed in Sabrina's life after Lily left: She met One Direction and started dating Niall. But when Sabrina's death is all Lily's fault, will the boy's stand by her? Lily's life has turned into a big mess, and she couldn't believe she had brought One Direction into it...and they had stayed. ~~~~~ "Drive! Just go! Please, get me out of here!" I said, frantically from the passenger seat. "No, this is not my decision to make Lily." He said, looking at me with sad eyes. "You're right! It's mine!" I said. "No, it isn't your's, it's your mom's." He said, calmly. "I'm free! I'm 18! It's my decision!" I shouted. "I wont take you." He stated. "Fine. I'll just have Harry take me." I said. I could see the hurt cross his face, and for a second I felt bad, but that second was over quickly. He wouldn't take me. I was furious. I wouldn't forgive him, ever.