Phantom Of The Opera Christine x Erik One-Shots

One of his hands slides underneath my dress and between my thighs, trying to separate them. I press them together harder, and see his facial expression-It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails start digging into my flesh, as I let out a weak sob. My voice seemed to have left me as the world around me became nothing. Was I going to accept this? Eyesight blurry, I become dizzy- intense nausea seeping in. I hope I throw up. I hope it disgusts him enough to leave me the hell alone. What if I get away and he follows me to my mom? What if he hurts her? As soon as the panic comes, it leaves. Had someone finally heard my screams and pleas for help? The old man is knocked off of my body in a blur, and I take this chance to crawl away from his hunched form; My bones aching from the hard, dirty floor. I reach the brick wall, and let myself fall limp on a patch of ivy. I suddenly feel tired, my energy was draining. I feel a heating sensation warming up my chest- spreading like a wildfire; My veins turn a glowing citrus, orange color- but it quickly goes away. Did I see that correctly? Although, the weak feeling doesn't go away. I shut my eyes momentarily, only to reopen them to fill my curiosity. I don't see much because of the black blobs coating my vision. The veins on my arms have went back to their normal blue, as if I hadn't seen them turn any odd color at all. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was only able to witness one thing, and I had a sinking feeling that I probably shouldn't have watched. I was able to spot out a masculine figure grab the old man by his neck, and what I saw next shocked me to my deepest core. His eyes turn an intense silky red as his fangs come out quickly and he gives an evil, intimidating smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He states in his low guttural voice as he reaches forward and rips the old man's liver out.

(y/n) a normal teenager in high school was living a pretty normal life, at least until he learns that his parents sold his soul for a crap load of money. Who told him this you might ask. Well the demon who bought it to begin with, the radio demon. Now y/n life is about to take a very chaotic turn. For better or worse.... Probably worse.... Or maybe better... You'll just have to read to find out.I do not own, hazbin hotel or helluva Boss. Also all pictures, art, music, and whatever else comes to mind, It does not belong to me (unless i say a specific one does)

After an accidental injury at the cinema, Lincoln has one week left to live which has made her sisters scarred and terrified from her brother. Will these upcoming events end the life of the 11-year old boy?

my first book so i hope you will like it.english second languagegiyuu harem (duh-)my shipsno smut (ig?)fluffyeah thats all-

When Grace returns home from college, it doesn't go like she thought it would. With her past still haunting her everyday choices, she discovers a side of herself kept hidden from everyone but her mother. Forced to experience that side more fully now, Grace is unsure if she likes being the youngest anymore... or as they like to say, the family's baby.

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Sent down from Heaven to check on Hell, you find yourself in multiple scenarios with the girls of the Hazbin Hotel universe. Fall in love, develop relationships and woo that special demon girl, cause an Angel and a Demon together? What could go wrong?Due to the success of my first ever story about Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, I figured I could write an alternative timeline where the main character, the Angel from Heaven, instead chooses the other women part of the Hazbin Hotel universe. Excluding Charlie of course considering she already got her own full fledged story. These will be oneshots, but do not fret, I will make them sufficient enough to be enjoyable.Credit to peterboi167 for the great cover art!!!

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