Ambiguous Stories

She's trying to keep Seven alive. Problem is... Seven finds that a torture. Unit No.07 has decided she'd rather sacrifice the rest of her life, and break regulations, for a single day on her own terms. Unit No.05 deleted the evidence - without being asked, which marks her as an accomplice. Seven already paid with her life. But Five just added hers to the tab.

In the infinite abyss of death, punishment is ripe and constant, yet in this realm there is a place of beauty, luxury and familiarity, a hotel. yet something feels off, this place beckons you to stay and to never leave.

In a world of Unfairness, some people took it upon themselves to grow in power and have a chance in survival. Some others wanted revenge, wanting to give others a chance in survival rather than themselves. One of them will fall. Lilly Nyx And Onyx stand as enemies. Each driven by a different purpose. Who will preserve their legacy... and who will fall, taking their legacy with them?

Some patterns hide in plain sight. Until a mathematician learns to see them. Detective Constable Nathan Cole was never supposed to be a cop. A mathematical prodigy who left Cambridge to care for his dying mother, he took a police sponsorship as a last resort. Now he solves murders the only way he knows how-with statistics, probability, and cold, hard numbers. But when a body is pulled from a London canal, the numbers don't add up. Then a second victim appears. Then a third. All of them people who escaped justice for terrible crimes. All of them left with a handwritten note: "Your deviation has been noted." Someone is balancing the moral ledger with blood. The press calls him "The Corrector." His methods are flawless, his identity unknown, his philosophy disturbingly persuasive. As Nathan digs deeper, he uncovers connections that should not exist-a corrupt politician, a charming criminal, and a mysterious woman who appears at crime scenes with information she shouldn't have. The numbers point to one man: a motivational speaker who has shaken hands with half of Westminster. But the evidence is circumstantial. The clock is running. And the killer is always one step ahead. To catch a monster, Nathan must stop thinking like a detective. He must think like a statistician. Because the truth isn't just beyond the evidence. It's hidden in the probability.

A dysfunctional friend group searches for answers, truth, and meaning.

Kyrie is a male 10th Grader. Or is he? On a random Friday night, Kyrie suddenly turns into a woman! From now on, Kyrie will face difficulties in his life brought upon by an overnight genderbend! Will he keep his relationships with his friends intact? Who knows... This was written as a diversification program by me. I usually write war stories, and stories covered in violence. This one however, is not. This concept is 100% new to me. I don't even like romance stories. Ah, well. I need to do this if I want to understand human emotion more. Note: Chapters 1-4 are unpolished as of now. If you're reading this, then I haven't fixed them up yet. Chapter 4 is one of the more "polished" stuff I've made. I still don't consider it as "up there" with the other chapters though.

He refused to die. So she pulled him from the water. Aether wakes up in a room that feels wrong. The condensation on his window moves sideways. The air tastes like metal. And something is crawling through the glass. Before he can escape, he's thrown into a nightmare - a hallway that breathes, a creature that learns, a fall that never ends. And at the bottom of it all, an ocean that shouldn't exist. That's where he meets her. She doesn't have a name. She doesn't need one. She is the Silence - the oldest thing to crawl through the Crack between worlds. She has watched civilizations burn. She has eaten gods. And she has never, not once, asked to be remembered. Until him. Aether doesn't know why he's different. He only knows that she's letting him live. For now. But the door back to his world only opens one way. Through her. Serah is a dark fantasy about survival, obsession, and the space between death and becoming. It asks the question that has no right answer: can you love someone knowing they will destroy everything - and love them anyway? For readers who want their monsters beautiful, their choices impossible, and their love stories sharp enough to draw blood.

Y/N was an exorcist-a weapon of divine wrath, trained to slaughter demons and return to the clouds. She'd never lost a fight. Never questioned her purpose. Never imagined she could be taken. Then Vox happened. The Overlord of technology, obsession, and control didn't want her dead. He wanted her his. A cage of angelic steel. A collar that punished disobedience. Hands that knew exactly where to touch to make her forget she was a prisoner. Weeks turned into months. Hatred turned into something messier. And when the next Extermination arrives-when a real chance at freedom finally appears-Y/N has to make a choice. The sky is waiting. But so is he. A dark romance exploring captivity, dependency, and the fine line between enemy and something else entirely. Status: Complete Warnings: Dark themes, captivity, psychological manipulation, stockholm syndrome dynamics, explicit sexual content, BDSM elements, humiliation, violence, mature language.

Elian Voss's ordinary life shatters when memories of countless past lives erupt within him: warrior, sorcerer, scientist, god-slayer. He inherits their knowledge, skills, and uncanny powers, but the psychic onslaught threatens his sanity. Are they delusions, or echoes of truths violently suppressed? The answer comes when he instinctively bends reality and dodges bullets yet unfired. His past lives were real, and someone has been systematically erasing them. Now, the Ouroboros Order, a secret society dedicated to purging history of world-shaping Ascendants like him, is hunting him down. They've spent centuries ensuring oblivion, and Elian is the last one left. To survive, Elian must master the chaotic inheritance of his former selves - embracing the power while wrestling with the trauma and sins buried within. Hunted by psychic Erasers and specialized agents, he navigates a hidden war for the fate of reality, racing to integrate his fragmented soul. He must unlock the one memory the Order fears above all: the secret of his first life. Who was he before? Why did the world try to forget him specifically? What devastating truth lies buried, threatening to unravel everything if remembered? This is a desperate fight for identity and survival, blending superhero action, fantasy magic, and psychological thrills, where uncovering the past could destroy the future.

this is a journal entry that will be updated as needed. jacob is not a real person. the idea behind dear jacob is to write about the good and the bad without calling out the reason for the entry. Jacob might represent a person, place, thing, event, or feeling, etc. i hope dear jacob holds entries that you can relate too. i hope that what I write brings your thoughts to pages. i hope that whomever or whatever your dear jacob is, that this helps you cope.

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

Claire's heart stuttered. Her knuckles clenched around her plate, so hard they were surely turning the same shade her face was. Deep breaths, she thought. The firmness of it sounded very much like Jess, surprisingly, considering what was happening at the current moment. It was okay. She had made a plan. She unstiffened her limbs and casually entered the room, sitting down at the table. As she did, she asked, "Now what's this I hear about a strange fire?" --- Or; Claire and her girlfriend, Megan, set fire to a farmhouse. The next morning Claire's other girlfriend, Jess, comes home and they all have a nice breakfast together.

Narrated horror stories forced into a POV of numerous characters. Stare into the psychological, the unknown, the cosmic, the violent, and the deep anthology...

Aku jatuh cinta pada si gadis jamur. Julukan itu didapat dari hobinya di setiap musim panas. Gambar oleh Nanasoon. Komisi oleh Y.

The discs... Tommy needs the discs.. He can't loose the discs... Not again... "𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒!" Or,The reason why Tommy values the discs than the country and his friends. As well as an alternative ending to L'manburg's destruction,because fuck canon- ...................................................... I own nothing but the cover art and the fanfic. Please don't ship anyone in this fic,every relationship is platonic. If any of the cc are uncomfortable with this,I will take it down immediately.

She owns him. Not with chains or collars - though he wouldn't mind those. She owns him with silence. With cruelty. With the way she smiles at other men but never at him. And still, he'd kneel. Still, he'd kill for her. Still, he'd die if she asked. Because he was never meant to be loved. Only used.

- 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚. - In a world like ours, where everything depends on norms and in a society that is conservative in its traditions, being different and outside the standard becomes a fault, or worse, it's as if you have failed in life. 'Hero Villain' recounts the experience of Silas who, through the eyes of others and his own deep reflection, realises that he belongs to this isolated class of 'abnormal' people. Feeling excluded and disconnected from everyone else, he decides to escape from this world inhabited by what he calls 'automatons' who live only to entertain and enrich themselves. They only listen to their hearts and don't take into account the fact that differences exist and are here to be reasoned with. With the same deep sigh he always does, he takes a step forward where lies the utter nothingness. . . . - "𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯."

Ummm It's not real and If you like it, the second part will be downloaded

A man in contrast with his environment, imploring a higher power. Archetypical.