��������

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you... yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break-I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

Ｈｅｌｌｏ!! ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘! ✦𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 >w< ᴍʏ ɪɴsᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ: b3rfuyy DISCONTINUED

After being hit with a deadly unknown illness, The Chosen's One's life is cut short. He is buried six feet under outside of his own house. However, sometimes, the dead don't stay dead, especially when this "disease" pulls more strings on dead bodies than imagined. And this unknown virus isn't just a threat to sticks.. but to real people as well. ‼️WARNING: This book contains/has mentions of, -Swearing -Blood/Violence -Disease ‼️ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Scenarios in this fic are not real and have never happened. Any connections are completely coincidental. Few characters in this fic are based off of real people, and if they are to ever mention their uncomfortableness with any part being associated with their characters, it will be my utmost responsibility to rewrite the plot to an acceptable state. This is a little darker than one of my average AvA fics. Be aware of this. Want a little more lighthearted book? Check out The Deep Blue or Cyberattack!

Part three of my AvA AU - sequel of "And there were four of us". Orange knows about his three brothers now. One of them being his new oldest brother, victim. Even tho victim told him that he isn't interested in any kind of friendship the last time they've seen each other, Orange doesn't want to give up on him and he actually wants him to be part of his family. He decides to find and visit victim, to talk with him and maybe befriend him but.. is victim a really good guy? Should Orange really trust him?

This is a fanfic of Alan Becker's animations so if Alan makes the stick figure I made for this story, then hallelujah! I sometimes curse so don't be surprised when you see a curse word in the story. Also, I wanna give them names and "ages" so from oldest to youngest we have... Orange: Oliver Green: Gabe Blue: Boone Yellow: Yoel (yes that's a name & you try finding a good name that begins with Y that's common besides Yancy or Yankee cause I'm not dealing with "Yancy's a girl's name" or Yankee Doodle jokes) Red: Ryan ~~~ One day, the stick figures were playing a card game when they hear something. They went outside of the little house to find a new tab that was open with a website they had never seen Alan use before. Why was that tab opened? Who could've opened it and why? ~~~ #1 in Yoel and The Second Coming!!!

Alan is just a child when he creates victim, The Chosen One, The Dark Lord and The Second Coming. And that changed everything..(kind of, it just made Alan's life worse than usual) Alan, a normal kid desperate for money, sells his art and animations to help his mother pay the bills. He didn't take into account he would be a father at 15 years old with 7(+1) stick figures. Before everything spirals into a big misunderstanding, and Alan finds himself unwittingly pulled into a *family* drama that he accidentally created due to his bad luck. Alan should have probably explained himself from the start.....(honestly Alan is just busy acting like grown up for the sake of his mother, when he should've been like a child all along) (He just had that luck, didn't he?) = Wherein everyone thought Alan Becker was a middle aged man and wanted him to own up to his so called "mistakes" (honestly it was all just a misunderstanding, Alan is so bad at communicating) not knowing he was just actually a 15 year old kid that is struggling with life. = Cover by JMLilac [COMPLETE]

"I am that dark past of yours, who will willingly fight against fate to bring you a bright future." "I have always hated myself. But one thing I know, I love you, and that's all the love I need." ___________________________________________ The world will throw her into the depths of darkness, which she believes she deserves. But he will burn down the world if that's what means to give her the light he knows she deserves. Azure Alarie, the 25 year old man, is living for a purpose. His identity is something even he doesn't know. He never had a childhood cause he was never born. His life depends on... Azile Alarie, her life was like a cherry blossom until she turned 18, and everything fell apart. She is an innocent murderer. She kills the way you can't assume if she's mentally ill or possessed. Her cherry blossom withered away, but things die and grow again with the change of time. Sometimes you aren't close enough to see the monster inside you. Ever tried falling in love with yourself? ♡ A fictional story of Love-Hate-Horror, where souls travel through the timeline for another chance to turn their fate card. Warning ⚠️ ------------------- A rated themes. * Language Violence Gore Explicit content Abuse

*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Do you feel safe with me?" Ava's eyes flutter shut, her forehead pressing against his chest at the question that rattled her bones and made her jaw clamp shut. Her eyebrows curling into themselves and her hands began to coat themselves in sweat, her heart thumping in her ears. Does she? Does she truly feel safe with him? Did she ever have the burning urge to run whenever he's stood behind her? Did she ever notice a darkness hiding itself behind the soft corners and gently stare of his eyes? Did she ever silently wish for a solution or question his loyalty to her? // I would like to point out that this book is made only for mature audiences. so trigger warning for domestic abuse, violence, manipulation, and self harm. I created this book with the intention to spread the word that it is never too late. If you or someone you know is struggling with these things, reach out to anyone you trust, talk to them, let them know that there is a better and safer way. I recently lost a family member to this problem so please, help those around you and also know that it's okay to speak up and help them. Thank you.

I find her on the roof again. She's perched on the edge, legs dangling above the city. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand. I'd use my lips if she asked. I settle carefully beside her, scared to fall, and brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I catch my pinky finger in hers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. When she leans in and sets her lips just under my jaw, it rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I say. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ trauma & healing ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) ��������ONLY Copyright floralLaurel 2021 Copyright immoralLaurel 2025