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They lied to me. My own family. My so-called friends. All of them hiding the truth, that we're tied to the criminal underworld, a forte where my family, the Storms, are the undisputed kings. Then everything falls apart. My dad gets framed. My cousin ends up dead. And the boy I've had a childhood crush on-Nathaniel-turns out to be the one who could destroy me. At least Luke, the one person I shouldn't want, fights to keep me from breaking... but even he has secrets. But it's gets even worse, because now an organization is rising from the shadows, an organization that opposes everything my family stands for. And in a family of warmongers and sociopaths, I stood out as a glaring weakness. The most normal, the most vulnerable, and the most efficient way to end a dynasty that has ruled for centuries. Because what is a throne without an heir, and a crown without its king. So here I am, stuck in a game of blood and betrayal where the only way to survive is to stop being the fragile girl they thought I was. If I have to burn bridges, spill blood, and embrace the monster inside me, then so be it. Because this time, I'm not running from my darkness. I'm becoming it.

"You're a nobody!" "Go die in Hell!" "It's the insane slut!" "Don't hurt me," After being forced to watch all your siblings burn to death, by your aunt and uncle you have never left your room. One day will you sit in your room and cry, something pulls you from the safety of this world of this. Many skeletons stood over your shoulder watching you. But they no nothing about you and your past. What happens when the Sans' fall for you and maybe you even fall for a couple of them? Do you let them see the true you? Or lock it away so nobody can find it ever again? Find out in 'Mission: Sanity' Warning this book countians cussing, strong violence, suicidal actions, and NO lemons (Eww! I don't do that stuff you filthy sinners). Also a lot of gore. ||Started: 7/29/17|| ||Ended: 4/5/19||

"Your innocence will be the death of you." Those were words You'd plastered into your mind; since day one. Because Those very words, would Shower her. It was A pattern, you'd gotten used to. Your a girl With A Quirk You never Asked for. Neither past nor future seem to Be problematic for you. Your issues Seem to Remain in the present. You try not to question Why That is, And why you're being forced to Endure such Torment everyday, over something you never Wanted. Instead, you Show to your friends the kindness you've longed for Since Ten years Old. Your problems revolve Around Putting Others before yourself; while you're to scared to tell them The truth, and ask for help. You don't really notice what you're doing, And you assume you're doing A Pretty great job hiding the wounds. You never expected anyone to notice What's been happening To you, that was your relief. Your cushion. Your crutch. Even you didn't Actually realise how Bad things were Getting At home, nor how sad You Actually Were. when a certain ash blonde steps In, your secrets Start spiraling Out of control. And your Past Keeps coming back to haunt you. What you Didn't know, Would change the future Dramatically. So you knew, you'd Have to tread carefully; if you Want yours, and Katsuki's dream to come true. But what dream, could possibly be Worth, years Of Torment and suffering? ⚠Trigger warning⚠ - Thoughts of suicide - self mutilation - grotesque quotes/sections - depression and anxiety - Domestic violence - foul language ⚠VIEWER DESCRETION IS ADVISED⚠ ART NOT MINE!!! MESSAGE ME FOR CREDS//REMOVAL ⚠ I do not own boku no hero academia

[WARNING: CONTAINS BLOODY SCENES, EMOTIONAL INSANITY ||| NOT RECOMMENDED FOR YOUNG READERS] 'You won't hear it. You won't see it. But once you do see it and it sees you back... you're already dead.' | || ||| -.-- --- ..- -....- / ... .- .-- / -- . -....- / .- .-.. .-. . .- -.. -.-- .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- / .-- . .-. . / - --- --- / .-.. .- - . / .-.. .- - -....- - --- --- / .-.. .- - . / .-.. .- - . / - --- / .-.. .- - . -....- -....- -....- -....- -....- -....- -....-

IMPORTANT: This is a discontinued version. My writing style has changed and it was no longer very comfortable for me to write in this style. I have a new version that I am working on, same name and characters. Please read that one. I can't stop you from reading this one, but just know the other will be better written. ~~~~~ "You don't get it. No one knows the truth about my past." "Then fucking tell me, damn it. I want to help you." "I... I can't" ~~~~~~ Its been ten years. Ten years since I saw my dad. Ten years since my mother died. Ten years since I moved to the states. Things are different. But now, I'm back. Only this time, it more dangerous. What if my past catches up to me? ~~~~~~ Warnings: Cursing Self Harm Mentions of Abusive Relationship *More may come as the book is updated* ~~~~~ Hope you enjoy, I'm sorry if there is an emotional rollercoaster brought to you by this. ~~~~~ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #2 in #explosionboy

| MHA X Takami!reader | You know you don't belong here. Waking up in a fictional world really is a fascinating situation- and would you look at that, you've found yourself immediately thrown into the plot. How incredibly lucky. If you had internet access, your google search history would probably look like: 'what happens if you get isekaied years before the plot', 'what if you get isekaied into an abusive family' and 'what do you do if you're an existing character's twin sister?' You've got your work cut out for you. Isn't it a shame you were always doomed from the start?

"When we are sleeping in this world, we are awake in another" "Being called weird is like being called a limited edition, it means you're something people don't see that often" "I'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours" "Remember: reality is an illusion. The universe is a hologram. Buy gold. Bye!" - Bill Cipher Y/n Cipher wakes up from another dimension in another form...

why fuck reality when you can just fuck with your fantasies ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ . . . . . ™completed: 16/06/2020

All it took was one mission. One mission to ruin Bakugo's career. His confidence. His will to keep going. Unable to cope, he leaves everything he knows behind and turns to the streets, where he turns to alcohol. It's been months since he disappeared without a trace, but nobody's giving up. New missing posters are hung every week, and his family searches the city every night. As he gets colder from the harsh winter, he slips further away. He thought he was untraceable. He thought he would live the rest of his life drunk and alone. Until the only person who has seen every side of him shows up and takes him home, vowing to help him recover. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ -Gore -Adult Language -Depression and other mental health problems -Alcoholisms -Death of minors (children specifically) -Smut