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Outsiders all say that Kim Taehyung had hit the jackpot marrying the prince of the Jeon Enterprise, Jeon Jungkook, even being treasured and favoured for five whole years. They were well-recognized as a loving couple. However, they didn't know that Jungkook had a lot of dissatisfaction with this marriage. He complained to his good friend, "He micromanages everything. Won't let me drink or smoke, won't let me go clubbing, and he even set me a 10pm curfew!" "I have to hand over all my salary and bank cards and he would only give me just twenty dollars a day! Only if he is in a good mood, he would give me a few more!" Jungkook felt angry and wronged, "And I even have to wait on him!" "If I ever get the chance to do this again, I will never marry him! I used to get one million dollars a month as spending money!" The prince said this to his friend. The day after he said this, Jungkook found himself reborn to the time when he was seventeen. The Taehyung at this time was eighteen years old and poor to the point where he only had one set of old clothes to wear, holes in his socks and a pair of dirty shoes with its soles peeling off. Even if he had a nice-looking face, he was despised and looked down upon, and known in the school as a pauper. When Taehyung's parents came to handle the withdrawal procedures for him, Jungkook only then found out that he was a study tyrant ranked first in his grade, receiving scholarships every year, and that he was a seedling with good prospects the school had high expectations for and not the 'useless high school dropout who didn't like to study and only has money in his eyes' as claimed by his younger brother. Jungkook couldn't bear the sight of this. He pulled Taehyung into his arms, angry, "Continue studying! Our Jeon family has never had a top scorer before, you must keep studying!" Taehyung raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion. The look in his eyes seemed to ask: Who are you?

TEGSA2026 A century ago, Arakiel fell, now the world might fall with her. Exiled and imprisoned within the Temple for one hundred years, the fallen angel has done nothing but claim her innocence and provoke. When the Underworld's monsters rise, she is offered a single chance at redemption: stop them or remain damned forever. There's only one problem. Her guard. Lucan, a blind paladin with a shattered reputation and one final mission to reclaim it, is tasked with keeping her in line and protect her. He doesn't trust her. He doesn't like her. He does anything to stop her from acting reckless. And he certainly doesn't intend to fall for her. But monsters aren't always the greatest threat, it can be the pull between enemies. And sometimes the devil you know is the one who sets your soul on fire.

Elara Voss has no reason to believe that the past remembers her. Until she finds a diary that knows things about her life no one should know. Things she never wrote. Things she never told anyone. And then there is Mahir. A man who disappeared seven years ago. A man whose name keeps appearing in places it shouldn't. A photograph. A forgotten house. A message addressed to her. And a diary that seems to know what she will do tomorrow. The more Elara searches for answers, the more she realizes that someone has been watching her for years. But the most terrifying question isn't- Who is watching Elara? It's- Why does Mahir remember her when she doesn't remember him? Some memories were buried for a reason. And some people don't disappear. They wait.

*You didn't struggle. And that killed me. Each strike landed perfectly, and it hurt. The way you slightly- oh so slightly- squinted as you took the final blow. As I fell to my knees you paused. I laughed it off. It was a duel, nothing more.* Shuake slow burn angst fic crossposted from AO3 cause im curious to see how it will do on here. Persona 5 fic. More focused on Akechi and Ren's psychology than their romance.

How would you live if you were given another chance at life? What if it were another world? What if, instead of living a new life, you were handed the exact script from your old one, just in a different font? Would you live the same, eat the same, and even love the same, knowing what will eventually happen? Would it perhaps be different in a translation rather than a reprint?

"I've only ever known you when the world was ending." She laughs. "But somehow it feels like my life just started when I look at you" What happens when Tony Stark ends up adopting the 16 year old Isabella Maximoff younger sibling to the powerful twins. Tony insists that he move the girl in with one of his you get recruits in the interest of protecting her. (Peter Parker is not effected by the blip and neither is Isabella, if Peter Parker never went to space) How will she handle the grief of her brother, missing her sister and adoptive father, developing her powers further, and falling in love all at once? (I don't own the rights to any of this story of characters) (I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING USED TO TRAIN AI. NO AI USED IN THE WRITING OF THIS STORY.)

He has five weeks to empty his mother's house before it belongs to strangers. Every object he touches opens a door into the past - and he narrates all of it beautifully, precisely, and almost entirely wrong. His sister remembers a different woman. An old friend remembers a version of him he's spent thirty years trying to forget. By the time the house is empty, he still won't be able to say the one true thing. But she already knows.

I made a career travelling through time killing the worst people in history: Gacy, Denke, Dahmler, Vasquez, Hitler more than once. But it's when I keep seeing her at every killing that I realise that I have competition. I might be the next one on her list, and the only thing more dangerous than being in a hitwoman's sights is falling in love with her. Cover by: CasualClyde https://cara.app/casualclyde/portfolio/book-covers Or https://www.instagram.com/casuall.clyde/

If there's one thing Connor Sheffield knows for sure, it's that he hauls the weight of misfortune everywhere he goes- like an old clothing he just can't outgrow, or a trademark stamped into his being, leaving crumbs of disaster in every place he steps in. That is why he should never have agreed to spend the summer break with his best friend's family at their lake house. Also why his breath should never have compressed in his chest the minute he set eyes on Ryan Murray. Ryan is a bad idea, the epitome of temptation and danger. He is hot, young, and walks around with a sex appeal that throws Connor wildly off balance- but he is also his bestfriend's father. Maybe that last part should have been the indication Connor needed to steer clear of Ryan, Maybe he should have known that this was one of those signs that trouble was coming for the Murray family. But little did he know the spring break only started with Ryan- his first mistake. There's always more to Summer-fleet. Like Sunflowers, Lemon blooms, and boys. Boys, it turned out, were the part of the small island no one warned him about.

The grass tickled his spine. The moon was full. His mind was blank. Marcus doesn't know how he got to the forest. He doesn't remember the facility. He doesn't remember the ritual. All he knows is his name and a voice screaming in his head to run. The men chasing him call him a successful test. The only thing more dangerous than the voice in your head is the silence when it stops talking.

"The Last Word" is a psychological mystery about Mara, a student who sets out to solve her classmate Noah Reyes' death. As she investigates, strange notes, missing memories, and clues start pointing back to her. The story ends with a chilling twist: the narrator herself may be the killer, and she's been telling you the story the whole time.

Maren Vael can read anyone. The angle of a smile, the pressure of a pen-stroke - it's why her country is sending her, and not some gentler cousin, to marry the enemy. The empire of Veshara is winning the war and begging for peace, and Caldra needs to know why before it signs. So Maren rides south with a treaty, a dead brother's whistle, and one task: find out what is killing the empire's dragons - before whatever it is finishes them, or comes for everyone. Her husband-to-be is Kazrael Veyne. The Ash Lord. The man whose name her people use to frighten children. She has read six years of reports on him. She knows exactly what he will be. She has never been wrong before. She has never been so wrong in her life.

[ON HOLD] At first, it was just a normal story. A girl. A boy. A few accidental touches. Too much eye contact. The kind of romance people love reading at 2 AM. Then the characters started noticing things. Why did their worst moments always feel... repeated? Why did every painful scene make the "audience" happier? Why did side characters disappear once nobody cared about them anymore? And why did he begin hearing voices whenever people read their story? The boy realizes something horrifying before anyone else does: Their lives are entertainment. Every heartbreak, every misunderstanding, every tear... carefully consumed by invisible strangers waiting for the next chapter. And the more the readers want tragedy... the more the story obeys. Now he's trying to fight the plot itself. Trying to protect the girl he loves from the people watching them. But stories like this don't survive without suffering. And the readers never stop reading.

Finding yourself lost and confused in the twisting halls of a hotel bordering on the impossible with 9 other strangers was certainly not what you had planned for yourself, alas fate seems to have had different plans for you. Yet as tensions rise the more is revealed in search of an escape, you are left wandering if you'll be lucky to ever leave this place alive... as you feel the eyes of a certain someone always on the back of your head || Yandere! Mystery Killer x GN! Reader

Four months ago my best friend went off Widow's Step and the whole town agreed to call it a choice. I never did. Then, on the night Juno should have turned eighteen, my phone lit up with a number that stopped existing in March. don't let them tell you it was the water. I thought it was a prank. Then I found out Cass Rhee was getting them too - the boy everyone says killed her. His messages are the other half of mine. Neither of us can read them alone. So we started following them. Through her locker. Through the flooded cannery. Through a report somebody paid a lot of money to lose. And somewhere between the ninth text and the tenth, they changed. They stopped telling me what Juno knew. They started telling me what I was doing. Right then. In that room. Dead girls don't text back. Which means somebody very much alive has her phone - and now they have my number too. ⚠ Mature: grief, death, violence. No explicit content. 🏷 #mystery #thriller #enemiestolovers #slowburn #smalltown

David spent six months memorising Phyni's routines before he finally asked her out. But six weeks into a perfect romance, he opens his door and looks at her like a total stranger. He doesn't know her name. He doesn't know his own. And someone else is humming in his apartment while he sleeps.

𝑴𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕. The last promise I made to my wife was the only one I ever kept. They say ghosts haunt the living. I spent months believing the opposite. I spent even longer searching for the answers memory refused to give me. By the time I remembered... it was already too late. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘎𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘪𝘦 ~ 𝙴𝚕𝚏𝚢. 𝙴

What is a good name to call someone who has a pointy hat, wears dark outfits, owns a flying broom, does hexes and spells and is super powerful?! Well isn't that kinda rude, but it's true. My name is Ruby Mysticflame and I'm a 15 year old teenage girl, but not just any average teenage girl. I'm a witch, but a good witch...I think...?! And also I'm supposedly the Bearer of all magic, the saviour of this world and the bridge between good and evil!?!? What a story! And in this story you'll be seeing a lot of witches, wizards, immortals, mortals, angels, goddesses, warlocks, sorcerers, sorceresses, mystical creatures etc. Join me on my adventure in the Fantastic World of Witches and witness the curses, drama and all the friends we make along the way! (Authors Note: Hiiiii guys glad you are checking out this story, which is my own original story by the way, I just wanted to say that none of the images used here are mine. They belong to other amazingly talented people...or AIs?! 🤔WHO KNOWS HEHEHEHAHAHA)

The best way to gain power is with magic, and the only way to obtain magic is to die. Celestine Elythier has worked hard to disappear, so when the king's men drag her out of hiding, her simple, quiet life crumbles around her. Instead of finding a home in the dungeon, however, she is recruited to infiltrate a specialized magic academy and root out a spy. The catch? She must die first. Ruthlessness abounds at the academy, where every student is desperate to climb to the top and graduate with a place in the court. With only six months to catch the spy, Celestine must determine true friend from true foe or lose what life she has left.

Seven years ago, Talamasca "Tala" Montevère Lau walked away from the entertainment industry after a tragedy that shattered her world. Now one of the country's most sought-after criminal lawyers, she has spent years building a life far removed from the stage, the spotlight, and the memories she refuses to revisit. But when an old friend returns, so do the ghosts she thought she had buried. Drawn back into a world she desperately tried to forget, Tala finds herself unraveling a web of secrets, lies, and half-truths surrounding the death that changed everything. And at the center of it all stands Zephyr Damascus Liu. Dangerous. Enigmatic. Impossible to ignore. As the line between past and present begins to blur, Tala must decide how much of the truth she is willing to uncover. Because some secrets die with the dead... Others wait patiently to haunt the living.