Unrequited🥀 [COMPLETED] ✔

Daniel decides to put every driver in one groupchat, it will follow the timeline from the Turkish GP 2021.Including ships, team bosses and private chats. Sequel behind the text with the background stories. The first few chapters are bad you can skip them if you want cause it does get better!

Чонгук не понимал, откуда берутся все эти нежные сопливые словечки. Запах Тэхена был настолько офигительным, что заставлял разум отключиться и начать нести всякую чепуху. Внутри парня было горячо и узко, поэтому Чон не смог сдержать утробного рычания.Ким стонал и прогибался в пояснице, подставляясь для сильных размашистых толчков.

Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain, they are animals, livestock, playthings. The world has been flipped.Cover by the lovely PJOFan987651.My ko-fi:https://kofi.comD1D7H10F#

Meli is a beggar in 19th century London. Not just a beggar- a pickpocket. A thief. And a good one.*************I didn't ask to be a beggar. It was just what becomes of orphans. I suppose I could have gone to work at a factory- but I was sure it wouldn't have paid as well as the pocketwatches and coins that the uppercrusts of England supplied me with.Besides, I had never been caught before. I didn't even worry myself over the possibility. Even if the theft had been noticed- as if!- I was the only girl among the group of young thieves. The last to be suspected. Me being caught was an impossibility!Until I made a mistake. Until my hand was seized as I reached into the pocket of a nobleman.I expected to be sent off to a prison or a workhouse. Perhaps to be whipped, or even hanged.Not to be sent to a reformatory school. Not for that same nobleman that I had stolen from to adopt me from that reformatory school. Not a life sentence to the strictness and rigidity and discipline of nobility. Not a governess who tells me when to sleep, eat, bathe, study, and speak.This was not the life of poverty and thievery that I had planned out for myself. And I didn't like it one bit.*Warning: Will contain outdated aspects of 19th-century life and childrearing. This includes but is not limited to corporal punishment, old-fashioned medical treatments, and strong references to social class and the struggles of the working class.*

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights and credits go to J.K. Rowling. Credits to the original creators of any of the images used. The story and the plot itself is mine.-In the halls of Hogwarts, a legend is told of a wizard so powerful, he never needed a wand to holdWith a flick of his finger and a twist of his wrist, spells would ignite, and foes would desistThe All Caster they called him, for he could do it all. Master of every spell, both big and smallNo dark magic could shake him, no curse could bring him down for his power was pure, and his heart was soundWith eyes of larimar and hair of gold he stood tall and brave, against the forces of old. The chosen one, destined to protect and defend for his magic knew no bounds, his strength had no endIn battles he led, with courage and might, his enemies trembled, at the mere sight, for the All Caster was a force to be reckoned with, his wandless magic, a gift that was richAnd when the day comes, when darkness looms the All Caster shall rise, and banish the gloom for he is the protector, the savior of all, the wizard of legends, who heeded the callSo let it be known, in every corner and land, the All Caster shall prevail, with a wandless hand, forever remembered, as the greatest of them all, the beautiful and powerful wizard of Hogwarts' halls.

(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)

black widows son meets the world of the avengersBut it will soon be his downfall