Unreliablenarrator Stories

Komi was good at most things in her life. Except for math...and confrontation -but other than that, she was smooth sailing it. Pish posh she may have been adopted by the number two hero under the guidance of helping his youngest son fulfil his personal desires, Komi was fine! She was...fairly happy! And hey, maybe her quirk being on the more physical side wasn't an ideal setting, but that quirk is what got Komi through the UA High School Hero Exam and earned her a spot in Class 1A, along side her brother. Komi just had to learn to live with her quirk, because whether she liked it or not, her quirk wasn't going away any time soon. Oh, and maybe, small chance, per-say that Komi finally starts acting like how most people do her age now that she's free from Endeavour's tormented hands. And maybe there's one, or two...possibly three and why not just say like a million things she's missed out on that she's now learning. Oh- also, she's goated, yeah, her quirk is literally insane, so here's her story on how she became a top hero. so, as a disclaimer, i do not own my hero academia/ boku no hero academia. the series belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, this is a fan fiction i just came up with whereas an oc was placed into the series. said character does not exist in the anime. STARTED; 14th of Feburary 2023 FINISHED; tbd ❪ 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 ❫ ─── © -AFRICKENGOD mhaxoc #1 JULY, AUGUST, SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER 2024 unreliablenarrator #1 JULY, AUGUST, OCTOBER, NOVEMBER, DECEMBER 2024 bakugoxoc #1 JULY, AUGUST, DECEMBER 2024 class1a #1 JULY, AUGUST 2024 katsukibakugo #1 AUGUST, OCTOBER 2024 endeavour #1 AUGUST, SEPTEMBER, OCTOBER 2024 todorokifamily #1 DECEMBER 2024 bnha #2 OCTOBER 2024

Captain America ruined Hannah's life. The day SHIELD fell, part of a helicarrier crashed into a building in DC, almost killing her. Since then, she involuntarily teleports across the country every one to two weeks. At seventeen, she has no family, no friends, no income, and no life. Her world revolves around what she cannot control. A year and a half later, Hannah teleports into the Avengers Compound and comes face to face with the man behind it all, Steve Rogers. And for the first time in years, she has a chance to change what she thought would kill her. All credit goes to @anniesrealities for the gorgeous cover (check out her work!!)

There are three things Dakota Greyson believes with absolute certainty. The first, that no matter how religious others try to make her, no amount of prayer will make money rain from the sky. The second, that imperfection can be as much a blessing as perfection can be a curse. And finally, the third, that if resurrection and/or reincarnation were plausible then surely she'd ended up somewhere better than an impoverished middle-class family in central America. After all, what are the chances of waking in a stranger's body? A teenager's body? Of finding herself somewhere more outlandish than her grandmother's humble abode? Of discovering a town so saturated in trauma that her own suddenly feels like nothing more than mediocre misery. Accepting the change had been a hard pill to swallow. A truth she hadn't wanted to accept. Life, however, is a cancer. It doesn't give you the decency of time. It rips the curtain back before you've finished dressing, it tosses obstacles with spikes at you with a laugh, it finds entertainment in hardships and heartbreak. It strips you of your identity and leave you with a new one.

Can the wind tell the truth? They said Floraville was a quiet town- A place where trees whispered stories, and flowers bloomed with memories. But Lea Emberley should have known: nothing beautiful grows without blood beneath it. After a mysterious fire consumes her childhood home, Lea is sent to live with distant relatives. A decade later, she begins to unravel the truth about the orchard that borders her old cottage. The townsfolk speak in half-truths. The flowers bloom out of season. And the wind carries a name she almost remembers. There's a legend they whisper- of a spirit who once protected Floraville... until it was betrayed. But what if there was no spirit? What if she never left? A haunting tale of heritage, sacrifice, and vengeance- where the past grows wild, and no secret stays buried forever.

I was transformed by experimental nanotechnology. Now I have to testify to prove I'm human, not the property of the corporation that engineered me, even if telling the truth means condemning myself for my past crimes.

At Morrington University, appearances are everything. Adrian Blackwell is the perfect professor-charming, respected, and impeccably put together. But beneath the polished exterior lies a mind that thrives on control, observation, and manipulation. As whispers spread and loyalties are tested, the students around him begin to feel the invisible pull of his influence. Julia, Emma, Lana, and Carter each navigate a world of pressure and uncertainty, where every glance, every word, and every decision carries hidden consequences. Tension builds, alliances shift, and trust fractures, until the fragile balance that keeps Adrian at the center begins to crumble. In a story of secrets, calculated moves, and escalating psychological suspense, Tipping Point explores how far one man can bend perception-and how quickly the threads of control can unravel. The first book in the Adrian Blackwell Chronicles, this dark psychological thriller will keep you questioning who's in control... and who will survive the storm.

What is a good name to call someone who has a pointy hat, wears dark outfits, owns a flying broom, does hexes and spells and is super powerful?! Well isn't that kinda rude, but it's true. My name is Ruby Mysticflame and I'm a 16 year old teenage girl, but not just any average teenage girl. I'm a witch, but a good witch...I think...?! And also I'm supposedly the Bearer of all magic, the saviour of this world and the bridge between good and evil!?!? What a story! And in this story you'll be seeing a lot of witches, wizards, immortals, mortals, angels, goddesses, warlocks, sorcerers, sorceresses, mystical creatures etc. Join me on my adventure in the Fantastic World of Witches and witness the curses, drama and all the friends we make along the way! (Authors Note: Hiiiii guys glad you are checking out this story, which is my own original story by the way, I just wanted to say that none of the images used here are mine. They belong to other amazingly talented people...or AIs?! 🤔WHO KNOWS HEHEHEHAHAHA)

A man hired to uncover the secrets of the ruins of the old earth. The cycle of hate begins.

When Ashura's life takes a turn for the worst, he does the unthinkable: volunteers to be married to the queen of the dragons. As far as he's concerned, he is not in a quest for love, but one of survival. His hasty solution has led him to a strange place not built for humans, and he desperately clings to normalcy while doing everything in his power to not be sent home, no matter how much it hurts him. Ashura learns the hard way that it will take more than just love to finally be healed. *** Updates on Saturdays.

"And now Annabeth has to figure out if she'll either try to date this secret admirer or reject him because she's already head over heels in love with you-know-who." "Annabeth's in love with Voldemort?" ~Percabeth Secret Admirer AU~ [Edit: Chapters have been split up!] P.S. If you like fandom references and oblivious characters that'll make you endlessly frustrated, then this is right up your alley.

A tale of love A mother who loved with her whole heart A daughter who worshiped her . Someone was murdered. And someone went manic. Maybe with grief, Maybe with revenge- Or maybe It was grief that led to a story of revenge the world remembered... And feared

Transport centers around three teenagers. Emberly, Leon, and Tim. Emberly and Tim are a superhero team, while Leon is a villain. the two have to deal with Leon while simultaneously not revealing their secret identities at work. It's a story of unlikely friendships, betrayal, the dichotomy between the rich and the poor, and much more. Transport yourself (see what I did there?) to a world of villains and heroes, to a world of Gray, the world of Transport.

[SANDERS SIDES HUMAN AU] A collection of files from the "Recover and Reform" project, led by Doctor Logan Berry.

Smut, fluffy, romance, 18+

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

"I thought he was the crazy one" "If he was crazy, she was the definition of insane." ....... "Are you saying you don't love me" Sky said sounding completely broken. She was gonna break him first. "God damnit Skylar, I don't know what love is, I don't know how to feel that shit!", he said voice filled with rage. ANGER. Good, she thought, we're getting somewhere. ...... Skylar is a Normal teen. Or she was. Her life was boring but perfect. Until the person that was supposed to love her the most turns out to be the person who makes her perfect life none existent. Gone. As Skylars family takes a turn for the worse so does her sanity. King. He is a super star, his life is anything but normal. He also has a metal illness which no one knows about. To his fans he is seen as an angel however to the ones close to him...... he is their living hell.

Horror is an interesting person, and by far the most difficult genre to get ahold of. It took me forever to convince him to sit down and have an interview with me, and most of the questions he answered by physically showing me what he wanted me to feel from him. He made me mourn, he made me panic, he made me feel lonely, he intensified my fears. I almost feel sorry for him now, because he can't feel love, or compassion. Just...a cold and pale creature; strong, bloodthirsty. His eyes hold all of the pain hiding in this world. He made me curious, and I paid for that curiosity in full. He showed me the souls of fallen heroes, screaming in the dark. He showed me what it feels like to be helpless to a force I can't control. He wrote me a narrative to read. It's perfect writing material, if tamed correctly. Compilation of stuff I wrote in 2015-16. I was 13 or 14 years old at the time, so it's interesting to look back on it sometimes. It's marked as complete, but I've left some things unfinished because I don't remember remember my plans for them. IrvingGFM for the cover art, and Hallowtide's graphics. Check him out on Deviant Art. </No longer updating> Featured on #unreliablenarrator, #horrors, #narrator, and more.

|| TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abuse, rape, sexual assault/abuse, suicide, self harm, starvation, disordered eating, drugs, alcohol, delusions, hallucinations, dissociation, depersonalization, derealisation. || Dazai was never taught the things he needs to know, people never believed him to be capable of understanding, seeing him as nothing but a demon. He doesn't understand, doesn't try to. He just accepts what people see him as and lives how they want him to: locked away and starved of strength. But some people have use for such things as demons. Especially when the demon is just a hurt child.

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"What do you want?" Till asked, his eyes down and glued to his notebook, his ashen locks falling over his forehead as he finished up a sketch of Mizi. A lot, Ivan concluded, his thoughts racing in his head. So much more than you would ever know. I want to hold you close and never let go. I want your touch; your love; your attention. I want to spend the rest of eternity, the tedium of time, with you-just so then I would have something to live and die for. I yearn for the lingering glances you couldn't possibly cast on me. I yearn for the fleeting touches that last only in my imagination. I want to be ruined by you. To be broken, wrecked, consumed completely by you, so you can put me back together with soft whispers and sweet nothings. But those were thoughts that belonged in the darkest hours of night; kept in the quiet confines of Ivan's room, where he would gaze out his window, only the faraway stars to keep him company. And he knew better than to speak his mind. "Draw me."