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Elysian Field

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"It matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul."

"My name is Aaron Williams. I do hope we could have met under different circumstances, but as it is I welcome you to my home. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
The girl stared at him for what might have been a full minute.
"Your home? This… cave is your home?"
Aaron frowned, straightening. "Cave? I'll have you know this is a fine crypt, young lady. Very fine indeed. You probably don't care about all the minutiae of its expensive construction, but—"
"Crypt?" she repeated, horrified. "We're in a crypt?"
"Did you know that repeating things is considered a sign of lack of intelligence?"
"Williams…" she mused, her eyes darting around. "I know that name. Williams. Williams… oh. Oh God."All Rights Reserved

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The Funeral Style by PaperMars

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"

Forgotten Lies by ScarlettMirage

"You do? What all do you remember, Emma?" The confidence in his tone unsettles me. This isn't the reaction I expected. He isn't scared. He isn't denying it. He isn't even trying to take the photos from me. He just waits. Like he already knows what I'll say. I swallow hard. "I remember my parents." "I remember the mansion." "I remember..." I hesitate. Because I don't remember everything. The images are there, but they're scattered- Like a puzzle with missing pieces. And Ethan-he's watching me too closely. Like he already knows exactly which pieces I don't have. _________________________________________ Emma Lockwood. 26. A woman with a past she can't remember. A wife trapped in a marriage she doesn't recall. A survivor of something terrible-something that left scars she doesn't understand. _________________________________________ Ethan Carter. 27. A cop. A protector. A man built from secrets. A man who swore he'd never let anything happen to her. A man who's been hiding the truth since the beginning. The only person who knows the full truth about her. _________________________________________ Somewhere, buried deep in the memories I lost, is the answer. Somewhere in the past is the night everything changed. And someone wants me to remember. But the closer I get to the truth, the more I start to wonder... Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I was never meant to. _________________________________________

Reaper's Pet (forbidden love) by JoselinToftlund

"I love you." Jack smiled. They looked at each other for what felt like a decade. "...no, no you don't." Willow rolled her eyes. "It seemed like the part of our fight where I should say it," he smirked, making her anger rise even more. "Why are you doing this?" He looked at her with confusion, hearing the fear in her voice. "Treating me like this? Do you hate me or something? Or do you just not care if I live or die?" His eyes widened for a second before he shook his head. "I don't hate you, nor want you to die. But I can't like you either, humans live a short life, I live forever. I can't let myself get attached to someone that will just die on me, or put you in danger," he sighed, scratching his neck. Something in his voice made her believe this wasn't his words, but rather words he had been told. Do you love reapers, forbidden love, and a bad boy you can't help but adore? Then this is the story for you! Join Willow on her journey as she discovers the hidden supernatural world that has been right under her nose for longer than she even remembers. And pray to Death for her soul, cause damn, she's gonna need it. Saving her brother, certainly brought complications Willow had never expected, like becoming a reaper's bloodbag, or as he likes to call it, pet.

The Witch's Toy ✔ by meialle

[completed] horror // paranormal // romance A witch girl tied to cursed demons and her dear puppet boy who kills them. ••• I traced the characters with a finger, my brows coming together with concentration as I read the curling black ink. It was a binding talisman - one of the many that had been strung across the door. And it had broken when the door had swung open. Dread seeped into my heart as I gasped out loud, a chill coming over me. I swallowed, breathing irregular, as I kept my eyes glued to the wooden floor. A shadow had crept up in front of me, belonging to the one thing that I had seen inside of the room just seconds before. The drummer boy lifted my chin up. When I met his eyes, I was paralyzed. The brown color was the same, but where that thin smile once was replaced by one that stretched wide, splitting his entire face in half. I stared at the sharp daggers of each tooth, legs quivering so violently I thought I would collapse onto the floor. "Hello, witch girl," the drummer boy purred, watching me with the eyes of a predator. "Thank you for freeing me." ••• cover by @scmimi note: This book contains themes of suicide, self-harm, bullying, religion, and superstition (particularly East Asian superstition). Although these aren't the main focus in the plotline, please keep in mind that the above are mentioned at least once. dec 31 2017 - feb 04 2019.

The echoes of tomorrow by The1mperfectDiary

In a world where the future isn't written but echoed, 17-year-old Lila hears the whispers of events yet to happen - but they're not hers. The echo she's been hearing for months is someone else's life, someone's fate, and that someone is in danger. As she tries to uncover the identity of the person behind the mysterious echoes, Lila finds herself caught in a web of secrets, shadowy figures, and a powerful organization that will do anything to keep their plans hidden. Can she stop what's coming before it's too late, or will the echoes become her own fate? First Chapter (Excerpt): I've always heard things. It started when I was younger - whispers of something I couldn't see, couldn't understand. At first, it was just faint sounds, like voices drifting from another world. But by the time I was sixteen, those whispers turned into something more - echoes. Clear, distinct, and impossible to ignore. It's strange. Most people think the future is something that hasn't happened yet. But for me, it's not that simple. I hear the future. The thing is, the future I hear isn't mine. I've been hearing her - a girl I don't know, yet know everything about. Her life, her fears, her pain. I can't explain how, but I hear her voice every night, calling out for help. I don't know her name. I don't know her face. All I know is that something horrible is coming for her. And if I can't stop it... then her fate might echo into mine. Tonight, I hear her again. The echo sharpens, clearer than ever before. "Help me, Lila. It's happening. They're coming." The echo fades. And just like that, I'm left with a choice - follow the voice, or ignore it and risk the consequences. I don't know why it's me she's calling to, but I can't just do nothing. I owe it to her. And to myself.

A Mosaic of Shattered Glass by AzekhArhiman

"My best friend Tiffany Fletcher was dead. I went to visit her grave, to say goodbye one last time, but it had been dug up. Who would rob the grave of an innocent woman? what could they gain? "I would later learn the truth, and come face to face with a scientist who was a monster, and a monster who was an angel." A story of a man and a monster, of love and horror. This story is now discontinued, though it is unlikely that this is sad news to anyone. 18+, as it contains gore.

Loving Aaron. by Maxahaha

-----------------♡---------SNEAK-PEAK------♡------------- -Eventually, I grabbed a tissue but she took it from me and placed it around me instead of the tip to avoid a mess. I was surprised to see her face afterwards realizing that she swallowed most of it, but couldnt say anything. -------------------♡------------♡----------- -DESCRIPTION---------------------♡----------------------♡-----------------♡-----------. . Will Aaron ever find his soul mate, or will he stick to denying his feelings? Will he ever be loved, Or is it dangerous loving Aaron...? -----☆--------------Side note ---------------------- *MATURE AND IN ONE PERSPCTIVE* Every important character will not be a minor. Story will contain mature themes like: Drugs, Murder, mention/description of corpses, blood, crimes, sexual acts, suicide and others along the line. If it bothers you please click away. It is not intended to offend you or anyone in any way, shape, or form. This story intended to be something I write when bored but I've decided to share it with people interested. Feel free to leave comments and suggest plots!!♡♡ -----------------♡----------------------♡-----------------♡----------------------------♡--------------- (Wattpad original as in it was written on Wattpad and no other platform. Thank you ^^ <3)

Reapers: Episode 1. Death and Beyond by RoundTableRejects

Hi, I'm Aaron. I love rock music, horror movies, and good fantasy novels., so in a lot of ways I'm just another guy, other than the fact that I'm the grim reaper. Probably should have led with that , right? This is the first episode in a series that I'm writing. I plan to post a new episode of similar length every week. I hope you all love the story as much as I do, and please leave whatever feedback you can. Feel free to check out some of my other work if you like it! Thanks for reading!

Once Upon A Bus Ride by iamtheeamani

Morgan Hall is your average teenager. That is if you consider having a billionaire CEO of a world renowned company as a dad and a fashion designer of one of the most famous lines in the world as a mother average. Let's not leave out her singer/actress of a sister who's taking the world by storm. Morgan was no doubt born with a giant silver spoon in her mouth, but her life isn't always as perfect as it seems. Aaron Smith, quiet and reserved, admired my many for his good looks. He doesn't seem to associate himself with many people. Which is why it's so strange when he finds himself becoming friends with the rich, little, daddy's girl...at least that's what he thinks of her. Fate and chance are at work when they cross paths one afternoon on a bus. Throw in crazy lives and secret identities, and you get one hell of a ride on the road to self discovery. What Morgan doesn't know is that one stubborn move could land her a new friend, and possibly even more. ~~~~~ "It's amazing...magical even, how hearing one song can take you back to a single moment or a series of them, just so you can live it all over again," he said. "I think that's the best part about music. It's like time travel you know? Going back to the past, or sometimes even visualizing the future...what we could be." "What about the sad moments?" I asked softly. "Nobody wants to re-live those." "Maybe not, but that's the entirety of it," he answered, raising his hand to brush away the hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear. "There's always good in the bad, and bad in the good. Balance." His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shock waves through me. "Can I tell you something?" I asked softly. The corner of his lips curved upwards in a small smile. "You can tell me anything."

Possibility of the Future by SCCourtney

The clock was ticking, measuring time down to the last second. The last heartbeat. The last breath. The last moment I would have on this Earth. It was a slippery slope and I knew when I saw the bottom, that was it. My time was up. When Georgiana Vertigo was given only a handful of years left to live, it was hard to see the possibilities of what the future could bring. With the past locked away in the dark recesses of her mind, Georgiana set off to live the last few years as best as she could. Quicker than any Slayer before her, she worked her way up the ranks of Sword & Arrow to become the Guild's Second in Command. When it comes time for the current Leader to step down and chose a successor, Georgiana is her would-be choice. However, before she can step into the role, she must solve the current case she is working on. A serial killer is murdering prominent members of the Otherworld community and leaving them on display in very public, very human places. It's not the first murder case she's ever worked but there is something different about this one. The simple assignment is soon made difficult when the latest intended victim survives and she's forced to protect him. A task that should be easy, even with the time constraint of solving the case in a week, but it's clear everything will become complicated when she learns who she'll be protecting and who is committing the murders.

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The Funeral Style cover

Forgotten Lies cover

Reaper's Pet (forbidden love) cover

The Witch's Toy ✔ cover

The echoes of tomorrow cover

A Mosaic of Shattered Glass cover

Loving Aaron. cover

Reapers: Episode 1. Death and Beyond cover

Once Upon A Bus Ride cover

Possibility of the Future cover

The Funeral Style

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"