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So here I am, telling you my story. But remember, death doesn't define me. You'll find out later what that means. Now, my story isn't some girl, that falls for the hero, or something just happy or sad. I don't know what side I'm on, or if I'm even on a side. But, I'm here, like everyone else. Following our paths or fates, into something beautiful or terrifying. Book 2 To Quantum * I own nothing but my own characters * *most pictures are from Google*

5 Flip the coin and make a life choice with it. Two choices, one coin, and no turning back. Do you dare? ~~~ A beautiful, noble maiden saved from certain death in a battle by a Paladin. Sounds like the start to a great romance, right? Well, not when you both spend years in your nation's army: him as commander, you as a fighting cook. Family long gone, other lovers over time, surely this chance is long lost. But Commander Abbot was the person who held your battle-contract, not the King, and he's been called home to take up his unexpected inheritance as Duke. He also needs a wife, not a servant: and that comes with just as many orders as merely being a cook would. Certainly, there's attraction and lust, but is this enough to rebuild an ailing dynasty? And frustratingly, the only answer the Gods may give rests in a flip of a coin.

Humanity is right in the middle of an epic battle between heaven and hell. Standing on the sidelines are the laziest man on earth and the President of the United States who just might be the savior, the antichrist or both. Personally, I think we're all doomed. ------------------------------------------------------- This is my first attempt at the Open Novella Contest where you choose a prompt and write a novella. The prompt I chose: "Heaven and Hell collide once again. The War Demons march to meet the Battle Angels in a struggle for dominance over the Human Realm." I almost chose the prompt which involved taking a cow for a walk, but come on. Battle Angels! Heck yeah. Moo!

Patrick the freak mixed with Henry the bully. What could possibly go wrong? When Henry sees a kid getting bullied and saves his butt, what happens to their relationship over the years? "You're the fly freak right?" "My names Patrick actually" "Nah I'm gonna stick with Fly Freak"

❝ 𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞. ❞ ━ fs | simon x fem reader

Our past is straight, like a river flowing from upstream. Whenever there is a choice, the river splits into two, signifying the possible decisions. Just because you chose one, does it mean that the other path does not exist? Is there ever a 'correct' answer? This is what I like to call a 'Scenario Game', where everyone's answer would be different. I would love to read your comments, who you would choose and why you chose them, so don't be afraid to abuse the comment button down below. If you enjoyed, please feel free to give me some feedback. I might do more if there is enough demand. Enjoy. "You always have a choice, no matter what. Can you choose the correct one?"

⚠️ DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction contains graphic depictions of abuse. Physical, mental, verbal, and sexual. Be aware that this story was a 17yr old's attempt at a twisted physiological horror. This shit FUCKED! This fanfic includes the following trigger warnings: dubious consent/non-con, teenage pregnancy, canon-typical violence, and depictions of gore. After Patrick puts you in a difficult position; you're spun into a world of fear, chaos, and sex. Who do you choose? Or do you choose, at all?

𝐌𝐞𝐭•𝐚•𝐧𝐨𝐢•𝐚 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲) 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 :) 𝐗𝐨𝐗𝐨, 𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟐/𝟐𝟖/𝟐𝟏 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: _ _ _

The future is predetermined. It can't be changed. But who casts the future in stone? It's you, me, and every one of us. The iron grip of our fate doesn't come from gods or physics but from us. You are oppressed by your future self to walk the one and only road. Knowing the future changes nothing - this knowledge has already been written into your fate. Time travel is meaningless for the same reason - all your meddlings had also become a part of your fate before you even embarked on your journey through time. Could this strange duality of free will and fate be challenged? If so, what would it take? How far are you willing to go to change your dark fate? Is the risk of erasing the universe from existence worth your brighter future?

Rewritten ____________________________________________ This is my first time writing and making a fanfic so their will be grammar and other mistakes in this fanfic. All characters and pictures aren't mine except two characters name Mk and Ozzy are mine. Reactions might not be accurate. Please do remember this is only a fanfic. They will be reacting to wikis, songfic, and my au.