mori backstory bsd

Ryuji is your average salaryman and lives a normal but terrible life. That is until one day he decides to go and kill himself. However, before he can go to the great beyond a voice stops him and instead, he is transported to another world. Stranded in a strange world and in a body that does not belong to him can Ryuji claim a life of adventure and excitement? Or will his turbulent new life only lead to suffering and pain? Ryuji is about to find out being a main character isn’t all its cracked up to be.

all dazai ever wanted was to give his friend, odasaku a place where he could freely write novels without killing people—in a different world.

Florence live his life as a stand-in of an alpha couple a childbearing tool for the two he lived his life under their hands and died of abused only to find himself back again to the past

"A few months ago, I would have easily said that you would simply be mine if I wanted it that way.", the taller one continued after a few breaths before he even began to smirk. "A frightening thought, don't you think?", his voice softened. Became more wary. As if he were talking about something forbidden that no one else should hear. Before I could respond to that, though, a shallow touch on my wrist stopped me in my tracks and disappeared before a single sound could leave my lips. "I'm greedy. Envious of Maynard for being watched by you with so much affection and love.", the light-haired man confessed. "Just once. Just once, I want to be looked at from those eyes.", my counterpart whispered, now carefully embracing my forearm. Pulled it closer, which is why I inevitably took a small step in his direction as well. "Not because I have blue blood in me. Not because I have successfully emerged from battles or negotiations. Nor because I later gained power as crown prince and king.", with each word Awin regained more and more of his confident tone. "You never had any hidden agenda. Loved Maynard plain and simple. Was just a woman who loved a man and it was foolish. So foolish, Kalea." The expression on his face changed, however I couldn't quite explain it or even interpret it. "And yet, in doing so, you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.", the king murmured as he now gently placed my hand on his chest. Through the fabric it was possible for me to sense his fast beating heart. It seemed to literally race, which is why I could not help it. I looked at him in disbelief, since he usually made a terribly indifferent impression towards me. "Being watched with the same affection just once would be enough for me. I'll give you the world if it satisfies you. Juste give me a chance to change your image of me, please.", Awin whispered. Seemed almost pleading, which was incredibly out of character for him.

A boy with the mission to protect humanity from evil forces. From his days as a humble athlete to his new life as an unstoppable fighter, witness his battles against the dark forces threatening the world.

When a mysterious voice announces that their class has been selected to participate in a game of life and death, the students of Class 3-B are shocked and terrified. They are transported to a mysterious a remote island, where they are given bracelets that monitor their vital signs and poison capsule that will detonate inside them if they break the rules. Adding to their terror, each student soon realized they'd gained a supernatural ability-abilities that could just as easily save them or turn them into deadly weapons. As the game begins, some students try to cooperate, some try to escape, and some try to kill. The game tests their friendships, morals, and sanity, as they face the ultimate choice: kill or be killed.'' [Heavily inspired by Battle Royale(2000)]

back stories for the story called haunted people

Your mind is infinite, if it be a blade then sharpen, if it be a shield then harden, only then will it be formidable. Harry was not yet formidable though his body was a vessel to a power that flickers wilder than a flame. Over the past few days it was impossible to miss - exhilarating to watch the particles vibrate around him like the blurred heat of a desert. It was almost audible the closer he sat - the fain buzz of a bee when his heart pumped faster and his blood rushed warmer. If only his mind was a blade ready to sharpen or a shield ready to protect himself. Instead his mind was a book displayed as a classic in a library. If only Harry had the luck to be born to a prominent family and trained. Maybe fate brought Aristide to Harry; was it his mission to protect or train his mind - his magic - to place a lock onto the book and make his power the key? "Hey Harry," began Aristide.  He paused. He truly should think more about this, it was not like Harry would never come back. Maybe fate was not real and destiny was just an old fairytale to trick little kids into yearning the system of life. "Yeah?" Aristide looked up at Harry. "Aristide?" Maybe destiny is real. "Take me with you," Aristide rushed, eyes wide and trained solely on Harry's.

Victorio Baldani, marcado por la pobreza, se encuentra envuelto en el ojo de una conspiración luego de la muerte de su único familiar y confidente: su abuelo. El misterio de los Benditos, La sangre de los Emperadores, Los gritos de una familia que hará del mundo su infierno. El perdón de la rosa, Marasilia.

She wanted to die that night. But he appeared out of nowhere, peeled the whites off her oranges, and offered to solve all her problems for a month. The catch? She has to feed him a black pill every day without fail during her stay. If she agrees, she can continue dying after the month. If she refuses, he will push her off the ledge to die. Either way, she'll die. Isn't that what she wanted?