Wrong number, OiSuga (chatfic)

Damon Helios, after the death of his father 7 years ago has become the punching bag for his mother's rage and sorrow. She isolated him, turned his older brother against him and put his wolf in an unconscious state after a long exposure to silver. yet, he has held onto hope, that something would change.what would happen when the Dragon King comes to Luminara Draven, to investigate the happenings of this Weyr under Damon's mom-Auria-?

This is a FREE STORY with PAID BONUS content!***The Harrington family was what everyone in the picturesque town of Runswick, Rhode Island aspired to be, until their eldest child Jenna, tumbled down a flight of stairs, leaving her with little to no memories, including the distinct screams of women from her father's garden.And these vague, yet disturbing childhood memories soon become reality when the three Harrington siblings are forced to return to the estate six years later; where she finds the preserved, doll-like remains of three women, one of which resembles Jenna to an uncanny extent.Now, Jenna is forced to question everything about her childhood up to that night. But time is ticking as her family's dark past comes into play. And it isn't until she spots a woman roaming the garden with her lips sewn shut, that she realizes all the painful truths behind her father's estate starts with her look-alike, Marisol.[BEING REWRITTEN OFFLINE]

Снейп: Какого дьявола ты тут делаешь Малфой ? Драко: Вашу дочь ищу Снейп: Она рожает уже как минут 30 в больничном крыле , бегом к ней придурок пока ты живой Драко: Как рожает ?

Heartbreaks and heart aches leave the soul shaken to hopelessness. Thinking of the ones whose hurt us; the ones whose left us longing. It's a universal feeling. No matter the age or gender, we're bound to feel hopeless about someone. Longing for someone. So this collection of poems are to you hopeless romantics. Poems written from when I was a scarred 13 year old, to a hopeful 17 year old. Now I'm older, experienced, and married, I look back at these poems and feel the hurt vibrate through the pages; some leaving me in awe at how much a person can feel. But if you're looking for your soul to heal, you might find grace in this book.* * New poem everyday at 12pm GMT+2!

In this reality, Ayanokouji decided he wants to be an Ikemen, let's see how this goes! There will be plot deviations. This is my restarted version. If you want to see the original bad draft then just look at my profile. I'm a novice and this is technically my second but same thing applies, please? Don't sacrifice me for my wrongdoings! Criticism is very very welcome, just don't lay into me like I killed your dog. So without further ado, let this fic be fixed! Btw the writing style changes a bit into the story. All credits go to Syougo Kinugasa!Yandere Kikyo x Kiyotaka

*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows."He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer."Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts?His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." ***She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.

(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 flag & Red flag battle