Jeff the Killer X Reader..... Is there much else to say. This is my first fanfiction so please don't hate. The grammar may not be perfect but I tried. 0-0
Sequel to Heat Wave. The remaining escapees make their way across a frozen mountain range in an attempt to escape the dark shadow of death looming over them. They fled their home town-the only place they ever knew- to get away from the cold seeping into their lives. Will they be able to avoid death by ice, or will they freeze over before reaching safety.Spoilers: read Heat wave to understand.
Rei Nasako was taken away from her twin sister, Angelica Zedikker in Doma and now is in slave labor in the Brume of Ishgard. How will Rei face her challenges and find her twin sister again?
Baird Amergin is a successful writer and poet from the prosperous land of Ferange. He lives a life of ease with his beautiful girlfriend and is in want for nothing. But when the notorious Redistribution Force shows up at his house and evicts him, separating him from his girlfriend and deporting him to another land, he learns of a certain outspoken, upstanding political figure who has also been relocated to a dreadful place. He joins a band of bickering, misfitted heroes to go to rescue her. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2019 by @Flamesword01Cover by @Fennagin[WATTPAD EDITOR'S PICK April 2021] ***Previous Readers Commented: "I loved reading this story! It was so much fun to read! Your author notes were just as entertaining, because your personal writing style matches the comments. Thank you for the journey 🤗" -themaskedwomanrc"Such a fantastic book!! I really enjoyed it, you have a talent for writing and I definitely felt like I could see the characters and the scenes playing out before my eyes!" -Purplejeans"This was awemazing! It got better and better paragraph by paragraph, chapter by chapter.. Thank you so much for a nice read!" -thenovice_j"Took two days to finish XDI was up til 2 reading this, its so good!" -ILoveWriting1516
An intelligent and introverted student named Y/N L/N helps the school jock write a love letter for a girl whom, secretly, they both want. "Love is being willing to ruin a good painting for a chance at a great one." Soulmates | Myoui MinaReader Gender; Femaleseulmatic
•This Book is being Rewritten•(Anastasia AU) The evil villain Hawkmoth puts a curse on the royal Dupain-Chengs and young Ladybug disappears when their palace is overrun. Years later, the Grand Duchess offers a reward for Ladybug's return. Two scheming French men, planning to pawn off a phoney, hold auditions and choose an orphan girl with a remarkable resemblance to the missing princess. They bring her to Paris for the reward, not knowing she's the real Ladybug.- Images in this book/cover do not belong to me. Credit to all the amazing artists who have created these masterpieces-
"Can we stay like this forever?""Everything comes to an end Jungkook,.."The boy who refused to grow up. An ode to our growing pains of youth.
Brendon always thought that glasses were cool, that they made you look smart. He wasn't however expecting that when he finally did get glasses that they would have black lenses, and that he wouldn't be able to see with or without them.They weren't so cool now.---A collaboration with the fabulous @DarkHighness
Camp Wenika is a camp for troubled teens – more commonly known as Camp Crazy. “Alright, let’s go around the circle and tell us your name, your age, something about you, and why you’re here,” Brittany, the blond bimbo of a counsellor squeaked, giving the group of teens in front of her a smile as fake as her boobs. “Uh, hi. My name is Astrid, I’m fifteen, and I like to party,” I looked around, watching Brittany nod her head, prodding me to keep talking. My eyes scanned the circle, landing on a dark haired boy, whose emerald green eyes were locked on me. “Um, I’m here because I stole something, I was caught doing drugs a few times, and I got into multiple fights with people. I guess you could say I have some anger problems.”Feeling eyes burning a hole through my head, I looked up from my feet to see if the stranger was still staring at me. Much to my surprise, he was. I glanced back down, tuning out the people talking, until a deep voice snapped me back into it. “Hey, I’m Brandon, I’m sixteen, I make YouTube videos, and I’m here for the fourth summer in a row because of my depression.” I glanced up at the pale skinned teenager. The whole time he spoke, his eyes were still glued on me. Creep. Two months at a summer camp full of mental and hormonal teenagers is bound to be full of close calls, excitement, insanity, and, of course, love.