Canary_WBPhoenix

Tác giả: MaiKusakabeDịch giả: CanaryRelationship: Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco & Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward NewgateFandom: One Piece…

Akiko_Creepypasta

Tác giả gốc: @Invidia_Envy on AO3 (Archive of our Own)Người dịch: Tui‼️Đừng mang bản dịch đi vì mình chưa có sự đồng ý của tác giả‼️_______________________________________________Điều gì tệ hơn một thằng anh brocon? Đó là có tận hai người!…

Kornnuts

Chỉ là một lũ Màu mè lên Facebook chat với nhau và không có gì hơnBản gốc tiếng Anh: Kuroko no Facebookhttps://www.wattpad.com/story/13671463-kuroko-no-facebook…

cherryloveu21

Hallo!!!Tuy không liên quan gì đến viết truyện nhưng mình vẫn muốn đăng để đây làm kinh nghiệm cho mình và cũng như mọi người…

dodododyo

HEAD CANON!!! #charactexreader Viết theo hứng thú, chia sẻ những suy nghĩ của bản thân về các nhân vật trong Haikyuu. Tất cả đều là headcanon nên sẽ OOC.Truyện chỉ được đăng tải tại wattpad @dodododyo.sstruyen, aztruyen, zingtruyen và wattpadvn fake, truyenfic là bọn đầu buồi rẻ rách trộm cắp, chúc mấy đứa điều hành web này mỗi lần "ra trận" là đánh rắm bủm bủm, mắc ẻ khiến partner bỏ chạy, sạc điện thoại cả đêm thì lỏng dây không vào🖕😴Bắt đầu: Cuối tháng 6/2022 (?)…

GiangTrung222

Tập hợp từ nhiều nguồn…

LanNguyn908

vẽeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

ngocmuonom

Chen Wan was very adept at dealing with people. Relying on his thoughtfulness and meticulousness to be reliable, he mixed with the group of princelings. As long as he was there, even the humidity of the air would feel just right.He didn't go through all this trouble in hopes that Zhao Shengge would like him. Chen Wan never left his name nor sought credit, keeping to the shadows. Zhao Shengge did not even have to know that he existed; glimpsing him from afar just once or twice was enough.His friend, impatient at his low expectations, asked, "What are you playing at?""I'm not playing at anything," Chen Wan smiled, holding on to his unbreakable oath of secret devotion. "I just hope that my presence would make him a little happier and more comfortable."Zhao Shengge was the favored child of the heavens, holding a high position and wielding immense power. Chen Wan was very self aware. He wouldn't hold any hopes about something that was simply impossible, believing that his careful distance was maintained flawlessly.When their paths crossed at the auction, Chen Wan would blend into the crowd, offering only the same greetings as strangers;When he came across Zhao Shengge's belongings, he would ask his friend to pass them on;When someone tried using him to get close to Zhao Shengge through him, he'd apologize and say that they don't actually know each other......Or at least that's what he believed.Until that moment on the cruise ship, when the other person stared at him quietly, cigarette between his lips as he slowly said: "Chen Wan, I didn't bring a lighter."On the surface, it's the shou chasing the gong, but it's actually the gong calmly orchestrating the chase, maneuvering the shou towards him.A story of two adults going back and forth, testing the waters, with deep feelings running beneath.…

Am0uree_Willsd4rling

1975s.Fredbear's Singin' Show is rebranding. What was once a modest stage attraction is becoming something larger: a family diner filled with music, colorful characters, new mechanical performers, improved mascot costumes, and ambitions considerably bigger than the little building can contain. William Afton and Henry Emily are determined to make it work, which means there is suddenly an extraordinary amount of paperwork to be done.You happen to be looking for a job. It seems simple enough. A secretary's position-answering telephones, organizing appointments, handling correspondence, keeping track of commissions, and occasionally reminding two rather distracted inventors that meetings are, in fact, real things that occur in the physical world. You don't expect much from it. Certainly not that flamboyant man. He's younger than you imagined, surprisingly affable, endlessly talkative, and possessed of the peculiar habit of turning every quiet moment into a conversation. Behind the polished manners and easy smile is a man whose mind never seems to stop moving, forever occupied with machinery, entertainment, costumes, music, and whatever strange idea has caught his attention that afternoon.At first, you're supposedly his personal secretary to assist whatever he needed most.Then his confidante.Then, perhaps, something neither of you quite knows what to call yet.After all, every great performance has to begin somewhere.Sometimes it begins with a stage.Sometimes with a sketch.And sometimes with a nervous woman walking into the wrong office at exactly the right time.…

JackySparrow2017

Vẽ là everything…

liilcosmos

+. Guys-- I literally created this masterpiece of shit when I was 11 or 12 back then so please don't kill me _(⌓̈ 」∠)_ .++. So I finally took back my old account since 2020/ 03/ 07 and I decided to edit this fanfic a little bit to make sure nobody gets cringe at all [ I mean- you guys did tho, people who read the old version can tell DD''= ] .+=. Note: This is just a god damn fanfiction story of Jeff The Killer and my main mascot aka myself Jenny, with the help of some original characters from an old Creepypasta Role - play group chat I had before so please be nice and don't get mad or anything if it doesn't sound like the orginal story ಠ_ʖಠ…

llynkn

Artbook của mình ạ…