"Ne, Killua? Do you hate me?" Short feelsy fanfic between our lovable assassin and his adorable best friend. KilluGon friendship. (Review please!)
|COMPLETED|Her name says it all. Rage Falls.Always one to get angry, Rage was also one to get even. And why wouldn't she? With powers unlike the world had ever seen, Rage was ready to show everyone how they made her feel. \\Original RHHEARankings:#1 in Fantasy#2 in General Fiction#6 in Action#13 in Paranormal#68 in Humor#142 in Teen FictionWinner of the CommunityHub Awards in Action and Adventure!Runner Up of the Island Awards in Fantasy!
I honestly don't know where I was going with this story anymore so just take what I write
'If you're done staring then please sit down' - Christian Valentino © sugarfairy1976Best rankings!#1 sarcastic #1 sm#1 cute romance#1 Chloe #2 boss#4 millionaire #5 Christian#5 possessive #6 billionaire#8 humour #22 romanceUnder construction
SummaryOne day I woke up and stared straight at my camera. It was such an old thing with only 6 megapixels and it surely was at least 5 years old. That didn't make me wanna throw it away though, it made me wanna use it again. The day I woke up starring at my camera, made me begin with a new chapter of my life.
*****DISCONTINUED***** - now with ENDING and BONUS CHAPTER!What if Jyn and Cassian survived the Battle of Scarif?Where would they be?This is a story of 'if only's' and 'what if's'.This is a story of a future only imaginable by us.This is the story If Only We Could HaveI do not own Star Wars or any recognisable characters. All credit goes to George Lucas.WARNING! THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE!
Single events can change the world. You sure taught me that. I never thought the past would haunt me either, but you proved me wrong again.You acted like it never happened. You could waltz back into my life and we would carry on. Happily ever after. Right?I think the way you thought things could be fixed only made me not want to fix them more. You did this to me, but we did this to us.But it all started with you.
Mladá dívka se dlouhou dobu starala o svého nemocného přítele, bohužel nemoc byla silnější a on zemřel. Dívka se trápila dlouhou dobu. Dávala si to za vinu. Nakonec se rozhodla, že svému zesnulému příteli napíše dopis. Doufala, že po sepsání všeho, co by mu chtěla říci, jí bude trošičku líp. Jedno ale věděla určitě. Nezapomene a bolest nikdy úplně nezmizí.