Multiplechapters Stories

Osora's father orders Arias' execution, the final catalyst that drives Osora to flee with him. Together, they escape Calaveras. This is them running away together<3

"Stop attracting trouble." Sherlock Holmes said that to you once, and you replied with an indigent "I am not!", like a little girl. Now you're not so sure about that. You thought everything was fine, break up was over, school was progressing, work was work. So why now? Who is luring these people out from the shadows, and why are they coming to you? Come take a journey into your life with Sherlock, Mycroft, John, Mary, so many more, and... is that a ghost I see? Fem!Reader x Moriarty

A second chance In this cosmic dance A being so volatile A deal with the axolotl Stripped of power Made to cower Now intrinsically linked.

In the cold expanse of deep space, danger lurks around every corner. When your ship suffers a catastrophic engine failure, you are thrust into a battle for survival against the relentless void. With an undeniable threat of the sub-zero temperatures of space closing in, survival seems all but impossible. There's only one glimmer of hope: the distant chance that someone, somewhere, will answer to your desperate need for help.

He is not fit in this new family and he shouldn't be here, Peter thought to himself. He never tells anyone about it because it just seems right. He lies to them with his smile and cheerful facade. Ones said 'fake it till you make it', so he does that. But, for how long he could hold it?

Lucy Gray Baird is on the run. Away from 12, away from Snow, away from the life she once had. But what happens when she reunites with an all too familiar face?

A 24 year old man, seeking revenge upon the death of his mother and brother, stumbles upon some secrets that weren't meant to be revealed. James Wilder condems his life toward finding Mr. Ricks, the man in charge of killing his family. Rated 13+ (Technically)

★𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 really is a superpower. feral / adjective. feh·ruhl: (especially of an animal) in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity or domestication.

All of a sudden Every Beersex is going to your school&10th!@/9:!2aoaksn!!!!!!!!////////////////////// //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Not made to be serious, but we will write many more serious things in the future. We, namely @Irisone, just got bored. @maker-of-history is so narcissistic that she wrote hers in her point of view because why the fuck not. Chapters written by @Irisone will be second person from the reader's POV. Chapters written by @Maker-of-History will be in her POV, and she will be a separate character.

Summer is filled with endless possibilities... Especially for Kelly. Well not exactly. Fully prepared to train all summer and his head in the game an unexpected person is dropped into his life. Well more like he was introduced to a certain Jenner that blindsides him in more ways than one. Enter in celebrity friends, celebrity siblings and now he has a story to tell of his own. His own unexpected love... Copyright © 2018 by Officialstories All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

AAAAAA I know I'm a big simp for Dabi from BNHA/MHA. So... I just figured I would write a story. It might have some lemons... might not. dunno. (Side note... if you simp for Dabi like I do.... Yagami Yato on youtube has some audios that are Dabi X Listener. Spicy and not. .... aighty.)

All in the title!

In a world where there are no dictators, nor presidents. Where only Kings and Queens live. And a caste system is based upon the color of your eyes. In this world royals have the beautiful shade of silver, their eyes resembling melted iron. Government officials, alongside warriors, have an unshakable obscurity of red. The ones that are blessed with gold eyes are Priests and academics. Their eyes, much like royals, are a melted shade. A whirlpool of color. Now the ones who nobody hardly care about have a boring shade of emerald green. The eye color of green belongs to the low classes of commoners- peasants and servants. Our last class happens to be blessed with the most beautiful shade for their eyes, but for an odd reason the shade of purple is looked down upon. More or less, a disgrace. The shade of violet belongs to the untouchables; whom everyone treats like dirt, doing whatever they please to the lowest of the lowest. And our protagonist has the unruly shade of purple. ----------------------------------

He was being a regular old person laughing with his friends. He was just busy at his nightshift. He was not being so normal, as he was about to burn. Another was also not being as normal, though not in the same way as the latter. As was another, though very different from the other abnormal ones. And another. They all were just being themself. Until they crossed paths. - Trigger warning - brief mention of food, brief mention of eating, brief burning, brief fire, brief blood in a description, hypothetical yelling/screaming Disclaimer: this includes some strong language. Past Michael was with friends SL Michael during work FNaF 6 Michael during fire Michael Jackson, during concert pre-overdose Michael Jordan was in game

~all stories in this books are DIRECTLY copied and pasted from ao3 ~i do NOT own any rights on all of the stories 📌i do not look before i post a story if it's already on another account ~if stories are already posted on an/other account/s please let me know

Ezra gets a nightmare on a normal night and Kanan comes to help him fall back to sleep again. While he does that the two have a small conversation and Kanan learns something new about his padawan's way of thinking. Master/ padawan bond and father/son bond if you squint! Short story/ one-shot that's Ezra and Kanan centric. Now with multiple chapters.

you love waking in the woods that surround your lovely cottage but one day you see something you can't undee

post apocalyptic setting, first person. possibly multiple chapters, possible future relationship.