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You were speechless and didn't know what to say. His face was stern, long hair fell across his back as he stood straight with his arms folded. He looked a dominant type. "Well?.." Izuna gave you a, 'Please say something!' Look. "Oh...erm...Hi! I just wanted to see you..." "Why?.." You began to blush, you felt embarrassed, "Because...you're my best friends brother...and I never met you..." "Best friend? I thought you were in a relationship..." Izuna blushed, "N-no! We aren't brother!" Madara tilted his head toward Izuna, "I see...may I take my leave then...Izuna?" He nodded to his brother, but before he left, he walked towards you, grabbed yo

WARNING: Heavy Spoilers Ahead. This story is not an AU or remake. It’s going to flow with the original story but there will be some minor changes. You guys are in for a surprise. Rating: Mild Angst. Romance. Mild Coarse Language. Mild Violence.        Unforgiveable. That was the first word that came across your mind when he confessed to you about his true monstrous form. At first you thought it was a joke but when you looked deeper into his eyes you figured he wasn’t lying one bit. He was dead serious.        “Y-You’re joking, right?” you kept denying. “Right Bertl?”        Seeing him nod from

~Good Day, Got Kidnapped~ =Your POV= Today you were in a good mood, your brother walking beside you as usual. You cheerfully closed your eyes as you walked through the quad- heading towards home. -Fortunately, closing your eyes was a mistake. When Oh- so- suddenly, two pairs of arms intertwined yours, tightly locking both of your arms useless. You took in a sharp breathe, eyes widening once again. "NANI?!" "Heyo!-" "-Rai-chan!" You struggled in their grasp- futilely letting your arms go limp. "I feel like I should be doing something to help." Ren uttered boredly. You snapped your head back towards him, an anime vein popping up. "Then do some

       Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, Oda-senpai does but I do own this story. I also do not own the picture. If you do not like this, feel free to tell me where to improve. If any part of this story is related to your story in any way, it is purely coincidental.  No. This can't be happening. Not when he, your "lover", is in this incredible "illness". The "illness" of not being able to commit to you. To always flirt with other girls. Not just flirting, touching too. You were pregnant.  With tears in your eyes, you quickly walked to the infirmary, seeing some concerned looks. But those people did not include Sanji. What was he doing

You groaned as the arrow struck you, snatching up the backpack and sprinting away from Katniss and Thresh as fast as your feet would carry you. The arrow however was lodged in your shoulder, and your vision was quickly becoming blurry as blood seeped from the wound. “Cato?” You called, looking around dizzily. “Ca-to?” You tried again, finding it harder and harder to form words. “__y/n__?” Cato called back anxiously, crashing through the bushes to get to you. He finally found you, just as you were falling to the ground. He closed the distance between you remarkably fast; his arms closing around your waist

There wasn’t really anything more unpleasant than instances where the weather abstained from reflecting the inner turmoil of your heart - nothing you could be bothered to think up, at least. Because it was satisfying, in a cumbersome way, when the sky was dark, dreary and rumbling with the onset of rain. The aroma, the sound, and the sight all built an ambience that drove home the feeling that yes, it really was all right to be upset; to be mad and devastated and disgusted. Maybe that’s why you kept a stiff upper lip, because you knew that stormy weather was nowhere to be seen. And when it was absent in such circumstances, it was

A blonde man laid dead asleep in his bed with his lovely _(Hair colour) _ hair coloured wife laying next to him. The two slept peacefully in the calm night, having their dreams flutter about in the dead of the night. But someone came trotting into their room, calling them. "Mommy! Daddy! There's a monster! A monster!" A little boy yelled as he bounced into the large King Sized bed. This sent both the parents to shoot up, gasping when they felt to pressure of their childs weight press against them. Letting out a gentle sigh, Gilgamesh picked up the young boy, holding him close to his chest. He brushed his hand through the messy golden blonde

"Leaving already?" the blonde man smirks. Sitting on your bed is the one and only Gilgamesh, drinking wine gracefully from a golden cup. Honestly, the arrogant king really is becoming a nuisance. With your back towards the man you don't bother looking at him as you reply with a hmph! "You're really starting to get on my nerves!" you shout, as you grab a spoon on the wooden desk nearby and pivot your body to spear the object at his face. To your dismay--yet to your expectation--he stopped the spoon with just his pointer finger and thumb, his features showing no surprise, as he did not even blink. How you wish you had at least a fork, or bette

~If you didn’t know, Group 115 consists of Tank Dempsey, Nikolai Belinski, Edward Richtofen, and Takeo Masaki. This takes place before the problems of the zombies. However, they are mining element 115. Should probably mention that you are an experiment of Maxis’s, he created you from many different humans’ organs. So, let’s start!~ Northern France, 1918 Doctor Ludwig Maxis creates an abomination. No, not an abomination, a human. *Third Person POV* The friends of 935 are sitting outside his lab, awaiting Maxis to be finished with his ‘work.’ “What do you think he’s doing?” Nikolai asked,