leroy and stitch

Her heart races, her muscles coil, and every impulse in Alessa's body screams at her to run... but yet she's powerless to move. Still struggling to find her footing after the sudden death of her parents, the last thing college freshman Alessa has the strength to deal with is the inexplicable visceral pull drawing her to a handsome ghostly presence. In between grappling with exams and sorority soirees - and disturbing recurring dreams of being captive in a futuristic prison hell - Alessa is determined to unravel the mystery of the apparition who leaves her breathless. But the terrifying secret she uncovers will find her groping desperately through her nightmares for answers. Because what Alessa hasn't figured out yet is that she's not really a student, the object of her obsession is no ghost, and her sneaking suspicions that something sinister is lurking behind the walls of her university's idyllic campus are only just scratching the surface... The Stitch Trilogy (including all three volumes: Stitch, Shudder, & Stuck) is a twist-laden young adult/new adult adventure spanning the genres of paranormal romance and dystopian sci-fi to explore the challenges of a society in transition, where morality, vision, and pragmatism collide leaving the average citizen to suffer the results. The Stitch Trilogy is created by Samantha Durante, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Another Champion gets sent to the Afterlife despite his "Spiritual brother's Machinations" to prevent his sending. However, it was done illegally by the Backdoor Afterlife Terminal, a Pseduo Deity that wanted to grow stronger before it was eliminated. Dimension Collapses are bad, the various Pantheons agree upon that. However, Champions are needed to specifically prevent certain Dimensional Collapses. To raise these Champions it is up to Pantheons to go about making deals and arrangements to send them to the Afterlife first. The process takes a lot longer when it is done illegally, and most take their own lives before finishing due to the pressure. From the African Pantheon, the Man-God Sango has made his move to find out what happen to one of his future Champions. Only time will tell if the Man-God will make it or not.

Howard stumbles upon the Chronus Timepiece and begins his adventure. Howard and Chronos begin their adventure by looking for three Faberge eggs that are a key part of the completion of the timepiece. As the two, look for the Faberge eggs they enter the radar of an international artefact hunting crew that then crosses paths with them regularly. The hunters have ulterior motives that are detrimental not only to Howard but also to Chronos.

"Say yes… or be forgotten." On the edge of death, mid-fall into the mouth of a monster, Ikiryo hears a voice not of this world. It offers no comfort. Only a choice. A pact. “LET’S MAKE ONE.” With that cry, his blood ignites. A spirit binds to him. And nothing in his life — or this reality — will ever be the same again. Marked by ancient fire, haunted by memories not his own, and hunted by forces that should not exist, Ikiryo is no longer just a boy trying to survive his mother’s illness. He’s something else now. Something in between life and myth. And someone wants what’s inside him... Dark pacts. Blue flames. A past that bleeds into the present. A chance to rewrite fate itself. But how far would you go to save someone… if it meant losing yourself?

Ace found himself in an odd situation. Dragged into the world of Shadow Slave out of seemingly nowhere, he has to endure the horros of this harrowing world, all the while being hastily stitched along its Fated path All credit GuiltyThree, the original creator of Shadow Slave. This in itself is juat a fun little fanfic passion project, do not expect to be consistent or good in anyway

He didn’t lose everything in one moment… He lost himself piece by piece. Every failure stitched a new scar into his soul. Every fall rewrote who he used to be. But instead of breaking completely… he learned something impossible. How to rebuild himself. Silently. Painfully. Endlessly. This is not a story about becoming perfect. It is a story about becoming unbreakable through breaking. Because in the end… he wasn’t chosen by destiny. He was shaped by survival. A journey of pain, rebirth, and the art of stitching a broken soul back together.

When it came to it, I wasn't entirely sure what we were doing walking up that hillside in Belgium. Christine's hand came into mine as we walked. Were we burying the past, righting a wrong, or simply paying our respects? Were we doing it for ourselves, or was it for Maman and Papa, or Auntie Pish, or Grandfather Leroy? It had happened somewhere in this field, definitely this field - we knew that much from the maps. We knew Leroy had run on ahead of the others, that he was leading the attack. But where exactly had it happened? Closer to the crest of the hill, near the trees? Probably. Nearer the farm buildings? Maybe. We had so little to go on. Jasper had run on ahead of us, and was snuffling under a fallen tree at the edge of the wood. Then he was exploring along the tree line on the crest of the hill, nose to the ground. "Wherever Jasper stops," I said. "if he ever does, wherever he next sits down for a rest, that's where we'll do it. Agreed?

Yue Tian, a seemingly unassuming 21 year old man working for the largest cosmetics company in Country Hua. After working tirelessly for the success of a particular product, he mysteriously dies on the night of its launch. He is reincarnated and he tries to solve the mystery behind his death. Unsure of the success of his mission, he unwillingly counts the seconds to the time of his death.

To the Last Stitch In a world woven from appearances and recycled promises, a patchwork doll survives on the fringes of existence. His body—a collage of borrowed stories and clashing colors—is a mirror to a truth no one dares to face: the profound loneliness of those who give without measure in a system designed to consume and discard. Tracing a journey from the exile of a conditional home to the gray halls of social hypocrisy, the doll offers his own fabric, his buttons, and his golden thread to mend the wounds of others. Along the way, he encounters "Her," a taut thread who offers the beauty of a chilling honesty, reminding him that not every bond is meant to hold us together. To the Last Stitch is a heartbreaking fable about the dignity of sacrifice, the fragility of belonging, and the relentless pursuit of authenticity. It is a story that reminds us that dying incomplete is not a failure if every fragment was given in truth. For in the end, it is our seams that make us eternal.

“We can’t have you attracting attention. Now, you need to stop moving before I cut your pretty little throat.” “Where are we going and what are you going to do to me?” “We’re going where all my artworks go.” Where an infamous serial killer kidnaps a young man by the name of Anthony Torres because of his unique eyes. Anthony walks on eggshells around his eccentric kidnapper; one false move and it could mean his life. Sometimes the sweet and kind are more dangerous than the cold. And what's more dangerous than a serial killer making pancakes? A cinnamon roll covered in red, red blood. “My sweet little rag doll, I’ll make you beautiful.” Hopefully, updates every Friday and Sunday at 4. Not Guaranteed, more like a hopeful wish.