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"NON FARE DEL MALE AGLI ALTRI."

È l'unica, singola regola della discoteca che erge proprio fuori Bari, vicino a vecchi capannoni azendiali. La discoteca, *Il Grave*, è gestita dalle giovani ventenni Josephine ed Elise Mortmain, la prima bartender e la seconda bodyguard. È dove si riuniscono i ragazzi, dai 15 ai 20 anni, per bere, urlare, ballare e sballarsi nei bagni. È l'estate del 2013, quando scompare Josephine, senza lasciare traccia, dalla sua stessa camera nell'appartamento trasandato dove vivono le sorelle. I giorni seguenti sono confusi; Elise viene arrestata, i frequentatori del Grave interrogati, e i giornali sono pieni di articoli che puntano il dito.

Ma i ragazzi sanno la veritá: non può essere stata Elise. Perché dopo il suo arresto, avvengono ancora strani fenomeni. E qualcuno li sta osservando.All Rights Reserved

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The Great War by BoystoryBabes19

*Wattpad deleted my original and i have literally no idea why. There was no smut, rasicm,eating disorders, or anything triggering in my story except violence and some mild swearing. There are so many stories on this app that actually go against the guidlines and they took mine down :( Thankfully I have the Sequal backed up on another app i use for writing and can put it back up. Im still sad howver I was working so hard to finish it. I also want to let yall be aware despite the Maturity tag theres no real spice in this story. I put the mature tag on so they didnt come for me if they thought something was to descriptive. Anyways the real description:* "Let me fucking go you asshole!" The man had an Iron grip on my arm as he lead me through the hospital doors. All the nightmares, the feelings of something wrong came at me in a flash.

Scp Oneshots by isabellabizzy1029

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The Gentleman Killer by LaraJayJackson7

INTRODUCTION: Missing person reports were just piling up one after another these days. But none of the victims were found alive. After the killer got what he wanted from victim's family, the next day person would be found dead. People are starting to move out from the city. It's gotten worse as hours passed. Phones are ringing at the police stations and 911 calls are getting more and more desperate. Not many things were found out about this town's killer. But, the way people are describing him- yes him- shows that they all see him as an old man called the Gentleman. He got this name from the way he puts his deceased victims bodies. Lying on their back, carefully placed, hair brushed and clean, face without any makeup, but covered with black veil, white nightie with small bouquet in their arms that are placed on their chest. Beautifully horrific sight if you ask me. They all appeared to be women in their early or mid 20s, brunettes with blue eyes, skinny and average height. The Gentleman is described as someone in his late 30s or early 40s, is into art, but mostly sculptures as he shows by placing his victims in recognizable positions. On most of dead women's necks could be seen small tattoos that were assotiated with life and death- butterfly with its wings painted like skull. That was all that we knew of the Gentleman until something happened few days ago...

Deep Desires : Miss Mafia by anauthorithink

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Redeemed (Sequel) by SweetAsAndi

This is the sequel to "Condemned", and is based on RPs between me and my friend. Grief is dead, and Artemis is on her own. She is mentally and emotionally (and physically) scarred. It has taken her months to be able to do certain things on her own (like walking, lifting things, etc., etc.), and in that time she has built up a wall, blocking the world out. She believes if she doesn't let anyone in, she can't get hurt. Then, in come Raven and Storm. Storm was an alchemist working with (the bad side of) the military, and Raven...Raven was one of his experiments. They are hurt, broken, troubled people, and Artemis seems like the only one who can hold them together. But in the process, they will tear down every barrier she has and turn her world completely upside down. ***I see you have come back for more *smirks* Okay, let's get everything settled right now. There are sex scenes, strong language, and (a teeny bit of) violence...I do NOT own FMA or any of the characters, just my OCs*** ***Rated Mature for sexual content***

Catch me if you can by classy_scorpio

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Pyro by EmmelieMadsen

Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.

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Wattpad deleted my original and i have literally no idea why. There was no smut, rasicm,eating disorders, or anything triggering in my story except violence and some mild swearing. There are so many stories on this app that actually go against the guidlines and they took mine down :( Thankfully I have the Sequal backed up on another app i use for writing and can put it back up. Im still sad howver I was working so hard to finish it. I also want to let yall be aware despite the Maturity tag theres no real spice in this story. I put the mature tag on so they didnt come for me if they thought something was to descriptive. Anyways the real description: "Let me fucking go you asshole!" The man had an Iron grip on my arm as he lead me through the hospital doors. All the nightmares, the feelings of something wrong came at me in a flash.