Я ищу, судорожно перебираю документы моей памяти, нахожу лишь всё больше вопросов и несостыковок ‒ я не мог заставить её пойти на это. Как общение со мной вылилось в то, что я вижу на картинках из прошлого? Мне кажется, что у меня парамнезия, то есть помню то, чего не было, или помню неправильно, переиначил факты в своей памяти, оттого и ломаю голову. Может, я многое упустил или чего-то не знаю. Я стараюсь всё разложить по полочкам: причина ‒ моя реакция на порез? Моя реакция на твои едкие комментарии в мою сторону? Я смотрел на них с ужасом в глазах и не верил тому, что происходит? Этот порез значил для меня гораздо меньше, чем любое твое слово обо мне. Каков повод её увечий? Она учила меня тому, что боль может быть безболезненной? Она говорила ‒ «Я знаю способ лучше». Лучше, чем зарыться в книжки и принять твоё превосходство. Как одна боль может излечить другую?
Your eyes welled up with tears as you felt the titan's throat constrict around you, shoving you down it esophagus as you wretched a horrifying scream. "No! Stop please! Somebody help me please! I-I don't want to die!" Your body tumbled downward, splashing into a rotten pool of stomach acid. Sputtering you cleared your lungs of the foul liquid. You trembled as you looked out over the bobbing body parts that surrounded you. Your comrades, your friends, all bitten to chunks. Your throat burned as you shrieked. The titans stomach seemed to slosh back and forth, suddenly throwing itself forward again. The wave pushed you beneath, barely able to resurface before getting pushed even deeper. "Is... is this how I'm going to die?" ~•~•~•As a child you'd been so naive, jumping and hollering when you saw the Survey Corps. Such heroes left you awestruck. They got to see the whole world beyond the wall! In a way you were jealous. No one, not a single person, would stop your from joining them some day. A chance to see the world, to make a difference so all people could see it! You scoffed, staring up at the remains of Wall Maria as you darted among the buildings. The people whom lived there were all cowards. They were either ignorant fools, more apt to complain about the soldiers than volunteer a second. The others were just cowards with swords. Surviving what you had might make you think you'd crawl back as soon as you could, to safety. But they left you behind. Didn't even try to save you. Just cowered and scrambled away. You'd rather living alone, risking every moment against being eaten, than ever get dragged into that fucking Survey Corps. Just your luck that's exactly what would happen..._________________________________________________________________________1. This is a Levi x Reader Fanfiction2. I own no characters from Attack on Titan. These is merely for us fans thirsting after Levi. 3. This is LOOSELY related to the actual story!Average Word Count
A Descendants story | Prince Ben x OC| Original versionRain Gothel is rotten to the core. Her mother made sure of that. Rainhas quite a history with the Isle and has grown fond of the mess she calls home. However, when forced to go to Aurodon as a mission by her mother. Will a certain prince make her question her whole life? And will secrets revealed change everything Rain has ever stood for?Finished Editing: 12th January 2021
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Y/n was better than ed Sheeran at making songs and quickly grew famous, and ed Sheeran was jealous. But y/n loved Ed Sheeran and he was her favorite artist. Ed Sheeran decided to collab with y/n. But there was a secret. Ed sheeran was a werewolf and y/n was a vampire. Read the rest in wattpad
Адель Такер самая обычная с виду девушка. У нее есть свои секреты, ее каждую ночь мучают кошмары, после страшной трагедии. После знакомства с одной из рода Хардманов, жизнь Адель переворачивается с ног на голову. Теперь ей угрожает смертельная опасность. Выбор остается за ней, бороться за жизнь или сдаться. ..
Dogday x GN reader you were a worker, specifically you watched the orphans meaning you didn't have much insight as to what happened within the walls of your workplace. after getting a job oppurtunity you leave your job luckily before the "hour of joy" takes place (you dont know this had happened). seeing that your old workplace had been abandoned you check it out once more maybe you'll find something? whatever you were hoping for in this journy it isn't what you had expected.-----story will start with chapter 3 opening!! past chapters had already been events in the story. dogday was also a worker before being turned into a toy (an event you didnt know about also) to help out with kids. you remeber him and the other Smilying Critters when they came to help with children.(this is how you'll remeber dogday).-----Dogday is an adult in this book as for the theories he was once an employee and for his voice in the game being one of an adult male: IF later on in the PPT franchise its revealed dogday is indeed a child i will take this book down and NEVER mention it again. I do not want to be apart of any minor x adult bull so...yea.player saves dogday and continues a journy with a new ally.ART CREDS:https://twitter.com/PatronoSpectro/status/1736206555723264406/photo/1Mentions/TW::-gore- mention of cannibalism - religous worship mentions- if any other TW come up in chapter tw will be put in beginging.----------there will be no smut. this story may turn out platonic or romantic just depends as i write.
"we are born with one piece, and we collect and discard others as we grow. some people are perfectly placed pieces. some people are a bunch of pieces that need some order. some people are a bunch of mismatched pieces, al scrambled with no order.sometimes we feel empty.sometimes you are missing a very important piece, and the right person comes and gives it to you.sometimes you receive a piece you don't need, and you trow it away.sometimes your pieces are to small for you, and you need to change into bigger ones.and i? i feel not like a bunch of mismatched pieces, but a group of pieces that are forgotten in a corner, and nobody came to pick them up and clean the dust off, so they forget how to work."
It's Fort and Peat. FortPeat. PeatFort. BabyFeat, you name it. That name is strong in the household and triggered many sweet memories. Fort and Peat were going strong until it wasn't.**This is an angsty melancholic story, I guess I'm quite prone to writing stories like that haha**