This is not a love story, but this is a fan fic that takes place during the Winter Soldier and Civil War. Hope you like it! Love really is the worst weapon of all, isn't it? Sometimes it is love that is a girlfriend-boyfriend, sometimes as simple as friend or sibling.The last thing I can remember clearly is getting strapped down to a chair. Hands putting my head into place and pain. The pain consumed me from head to toe. Slow and painfully, I couldn't remember things. Some memories were there. Some things like names, others a laugh or a smile. Oh his smile. I can't remember how I know him. It's like someone has stolen my thoughts and I'm in a maze in search of them all. I slowly open my eyes and find myself on a bed. I sit up slowly taking a deep breath and take a look at my surroundings. A door across from me had a little slit in the door about eye level. I look around the room a little more. A small cool draft was coming down so I figured I was underground somewhere. I try to get up and I hear a small clank. I look down and see that my left leg is made out of metal from my knee down. I looked at closely and study it. It seems to be connected to my thoughts somehow. I flex and point it for a little to see how it works. It doesn't work nearly as well as my actual leg does, but I could get use to it. Story not yet finished.I do not own any characters except for Lilith/Midnight Shadow. All rights go to Marvel.
Hematology - the art of blood-magic - has always been a secretive and despised craft. In the modern world, it is considered little more than an urban legend by most, and is crushed as the devil's power by others. Becky Jacobson belongs to the former group. But now the time of hiding and of secrecy is over and Becky is dragged from her uneventful life into the heart of a world who despises her for the sins of a father she's never known, caught in the deadlock between two warring sides with only a group of newly-bound blood-sisters to protect her from her real and far more dangerous family.Blood-magic is real. It's dangerous. It's destructive. It's Becky's birth right and nobody will allow her to refuse it.
When a new girl named Elizabeth mysteriously shows up in Beacon Hills, Stiles becomes attracted to her. As Elizabeth helps Stiles get over his love for Lydia, he slowly begins to fill the void Lydia left in his heart with Elizabeth. The only question is, does Elizabeth feel the same? Or does she have her eyes on someone else?
You can't be perfect you have to be extraordinary. That means no mistakes no flubs and especially no tears. You asked for this life before you knew the true gravity of what was needed to be done. Putting your body through hell and back, working harder than no man ever has to rack up nothing but perfect scores. Soon it will be time for the name (Y/n) (L/n) to be written in the stars with all the other bigshot skaters. With the help of friends and a blossoming romance now will be her chance to take the skating world by storm.
:¨ ·.· ¨: 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒; 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. '· . ୨୧⋆.˚🦋༘⋆𝑆𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑎 𝐹𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟, 𝐺𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑚. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠.
Your basic love story of a boy and a girl who find love by being new neighbors.
ive recently tried drawing dragons and thought I'd post a book about it since im mostly inactive on wattpad nowadays.
A man who loves to inspire , just by sitting on the road side .
Castiel makes a terrifying mistake during a hunt, which he will never forgive himself for. Sam and Dean forgive him but he is stuck in the moment and slowly winding down a dark path. Dean attempts to pull Cas back into the light by teaching him how to hunt and drive the impala, but when the ex-angel takes up driving at dangerous speeds, will he end up causing even more damage?
Well. Just things that I'm thinking at the time. I'll write two parts each day.