Out of touch, out of time [RAY X READER]

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Emma, Norman y/n and ray are all orphans and best friends living at Grace Field House Orphanage. Every day is full of games and joy.
One fateful day a young orphan girl Conny gets adopted and leaves her stuffed bunny behind. Emma Norman and y/n head to the gate of their orphanage to return it to her when they are met with a unfortunate surprise...

The children learn about their horrific fate and y/n unlocks the truth of her unpleasant future. Will they be able to escape this reality or will they have to accept their destiny in this labyrinth of mystery.



I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OR THE CANNON STORY LINE. THE STORY AND CHARACTERS BELONGS TO KAIU SHIRAI AND POSUKA DEMIZU. THIS IS A FAN FICTION ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND I AM NOT EARNING ANY MONEY/ ANYTHING FROM THIS BOOK. It is purely out of inspiration and love for the promised Neverland. And for fun to read and write!

This is a fan fiction taken place in 'The Promised Neverland Manga and Anime'

Updated often when I can

I DO NOT OWN THE ART ON THE COVER OR ANY PICTURES INSIDE THE BOOK THEY ARE ALL FROM PINTEREST!! CREDITS TO ALL THE OWNERS

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When love finds us

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The description of the story "When Love Finds Us" could be as follows: "In the quaint town of Oakwood, Lily, a young woman with a heart full of dreams, runs a small bookstore. Her life is simple, filled with the scent of old books and the joy of sharing stories with her customers. One day, a stranger named Alex, a travel writer in search of inspiration, walks into her bookstore. Despite being strangers, they find an instant connection, and their shared love for literature brings them closer. As their friendship blossoms, Lily realizes her feelings for Alex are more than just friendship. She's in love with him. However, she also learns that Alex is set to leave Oakwood soon. He's finished his book and is ready to move on to his next adventure. Lily is heartbroken but decides to keep her feelings to herself, not wanting to hold Alex back. On the day of his departure, Alex leaves Lily a copy of his new book. As Lily flips through the pages, she finds a chapter dedicated to her and the bookstore. The last page reads, "To Lily, who made Oakwood feel like home. I hope we meet again in another time, another place. Love, Alex." A year passes. Lily, still holding onto the hope of seeing Alex again, continues her life in Oakwood. One day, the bell above the bookstore door rings. She looks up to find Alex standing there, with a smile on his face and love in his eyes. 'When Love Finds Us' is a heartwarming story about love, friendship, and the power of hope. It's about finding love in unexpected places and holding onto it, no matter what."โ€ฆ

Narnia

Narnia

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Unexpected and Unconditional Love

Unexpected and Unconditional Love

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This story was created with mix scenario some are True story but mostly some are imagination I created this story to express my feeling that I can't explain to others,and this story was all about girl who have a special feelings for her neighbor she's so sure about her feelings but she doesn't sure if that man was surely for her.โ€ฆ

โ˜žใˆ์งํ‰ ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐโ’ก[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]=ํ™์ฝฉ๋ช…ํ’ˆ ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰โค#ํŽœ๋”์ปค์Šคํ…€์ƒต์ฐจ์ดโ˜žใˆ์งํ‰ ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐโ’ก[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]=ํ™์ฝฉ๋ช…ํ’ˆ ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰โค

โ˜žใˆ์งํ‰ ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐโ’ก[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]=ํ™์ฝฉ๋ช…ํ’ˆ ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰โค#ํŽœ๋”์ปค์Šคํ…€์ƒต์ฐจ์ดโ˜žใˆ์งํ‰ ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐโ’ก[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]=ํ™์ฝฉ๋ช…ํ’ˆ ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰โค

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โญ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐ ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ1์œ„โ—ˆ๏ธ๋กค๋ ‰์Šค์„œ๋ธŒ๋งˆ๋ฆฌ๋„ˆ๋ˆ•โค๏ธโ˜…์ƒค๋„ฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดโ˜…โญ#์งํ‰์ง€๊ฐ‘ํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#์ด์ง€์Šฌ๋ผ์ด๋“œ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด,#๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์œ ๋ช…ํ•œ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธhjโญ๋””์˜ฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ์ถ”์ฒœโ—ˆ๏ธํ—ˆ์ˆ˜์•„๋น„๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰โค๏ธโ˜…๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œโ˜…โญ#์ง€์กด์ƒต187,#๋‚จ์ž์‹ ๋ฐœ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด,#ljr๊ณต์žฅํ์‡„,#๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹œ๊ณ„์ถ”์ฒœ,#์‹ ๋ฐœ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดhj,#ar๋ฐ์ด์ €์ŠคํŠธ,#์ด์ง€์Šฌ๋ผ์ด๋“œ๋ ˆํ”Œ,#๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํ›„๊ธฐ,#LJR๊ณต์žฅ,#์งํ‰์‹ ๋ฐœ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ,#ํŒฌ๋”์ƒต์œ ํ‘ธ,โญ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์žฌ๊ตฌ๋งค์œจ 1์œ„โ—ˆ๏ธ์งํ‰๋ช…ํ’ˆ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉโค๏ธโ˜…๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹ ๋ฐœโ˜…โญ#ํŒฌ๋”์ƒต1์ฐจ์…€๋Ÿฌ,#์งํ‰ํŒจ๋”ฉ,#์ง€์กด์ƒต์…€๋Ÿฌ,#๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํ›„๊ธฐ,#์„œ๋ธŒ๋งˆ๋ฆฌ๋„ˆ๊ณต์žฅ์ถ”์ฒœ,#๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดhj,#ํ™์ฝฉ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰,#์กฐ๋˜๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํ›„๊ธฐ,#ํŽœ๋”์ปค์Šคํ…€์ƒตํ›„๊ธฐ,#์Šค๋‹ˆ์ปค์ฆˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด,#์‹ ๋ฐœ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดhj,โญ๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹œ๊ณ„[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโ—ˆ๏ธ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ์ˆœ์œ„โค๏ธโ˜…ํ”„๋ฆฌ๋ฏธ์—„ ๊ณต์žฅ์ง์˜ ๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐโ˜…โญ#๋กค๋ ‰์ŠคCLEAN,#vs๋ฐ์ด์ €์ŠคํŠธ41,#๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํŒ๋งค๋…ธํ•˜์šฐ,#ํŽœ๋”์ปค์Šคํ…€์ƒตํ›„๊ธฐ,#๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํ›„๊ธฐ,#๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์œ ๋ช…ํ•œ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธhj,#๋ˆ•AR๋น„๊ต,#LJR์กฐ๋˜,#์‹ ๋ฐœ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดhj,#๋ˆ•AR๋น„๊ต,#์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๋ฒจํŠธโญ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ฃจ์˜๋””๋ฐ” ํ•˜์ดํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ ๋ ˆํ”Œ์ƒต ์˜คํ”ˆ์•ˆ๋…•ํ•˜์„ธ์š” ๋ฃจ์˜๋””๋ฐ” ํ™์ฝฉ์ง์˜ ๋ ˆํ”Œ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ ์˜คํ”ˆํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ €ํฌ ๋ฃจ์˜๋””๋ฐ”๋Š” ์˜ค๋žซ๋™์•ˆ ๋งค๋‹ˆ์•„๋ถ„๋“ค ์œ„์ฃผ๋กœ ์šด์˜๋˜์–ด์™”์œผ๋ฉฐ cd์ƒต,์ง€์กด์ƒต,๋‹จํ’์ƒต,ํŒฌ๋”์ƒต,๊ณจ๋“œ์ƒต,๋ˆ• Noob, AR, H12,ZH, PK, Fu ๋“ฑ ์œ ๋ช… ๋ฉ”์ด์ € ๊ณต์žฅ ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ, ์‹œ๊ณ„, ์Šค๋‹ˆ์ปค์ฆˆ๋ฅผ ํ˜„์ง€์—์„œ ์ „๋ฌธ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๋ฃจ๊ณ  ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ๋‚ด ์นด์นด์˜ค์ฑ„๋„ ์ถ”๊ฐ€ํ›„ ์ฑ„๋„๋กœ ๋ฌธ์˜์ฃผ์…”์„œ ๊ตฌ๋งค์‹œ 3๋งŒ์› ํ• ์ธ์ด๋ฒคํŠธ ํ•ด๋“œ๋ฆฝ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค!! *์นด๋“œ๊ฒฐ์ œ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ ๋ฌด์ด์ž 3๊ฐœ์›”*โ€ฆ

โค๋‚จํ•™๋ธŒ๋ผ์งˆ์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€์ถ”์ฒœใ€Žร˜์ผ๏ผฏ-4โ“ถ๏ผฏ์ผ-74โ‘ถ์‚ผใ€๊ฐ€์‚ฐ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„๋ชจํ…”์ถœ์žฅ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ#์ค‘์•™๋™๋‚จ๋ฏธ์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโ˜…๋ณด๋ผ๋งค์—ญ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์ถœ์žฅop์ถ”์ฒœใ€Žโ“ชโž€ร˜-4์ด๏ผ์ผ-7

โค๋‚จํ•™๋ธŒ๋ผ์งˆ์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€์ถ”์ฒœใ€Žร˜์ผ๏ผฏ-4โ“ถ๏ผฏ์ผ-74โ‘ถ์‚ผใ€๊ฐ€์‚ฐ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„๋ชจํ…”์ถœ์žฅ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ#์ค‘์•™๋™๋‚จ๋ฏธ์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโ˜…๋ณด๋ผ๋งค์—ญ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์ถœ์žฅop์ถ”์ฒœใ€Žโ“ชโž€ร˜-4์ด๏ผ์ผ-7

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โญ์„œ์šธ&๊ฒฝ๊ธฐโญ๏ผฏโถโ“ช-4โ“ถ๏ผฏ์ผ-74โ“ท์‚ผโค๏ธ์–‘์ฒœ์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆํ›„๊ธฐโค๏ธํ›„๋ถˆโญ#๋ฐ˜ํฌ๋ณธ๋™์ถœ์žฅ์ƒต์ถ”์ฒœ,#ํ™”๊ณก์„ ์ž…๊ธˆ์—†๋Š”์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ,#์ค‘๋ž‘๊ตฌ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋ฒˆํ˜ธโญ์„œ์šธ&๊ฒฝ๊ธฐโญ๏ผฏโž€๏ผฏ-42โ“ชโถ-74โ“ทโ“ทโค๏ธ๋ฐฉํ•™๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„ํ˜ธํ…”์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๋ฒˆํ˜ธโค๏ธํ›„๋ถˆโญ#์‚ผํ‰๋™๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„๊ฑธ์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๊ถ๋™๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ์ถ”์ฒœ,#์„œ๋Œ€๋ฌธ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„๋ฐฑ๋งˆ์ถœ์žฅ,#๋…ธ์›์—ญ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‹ธ์ง€,#๋‹น์‚ฐ๋™๋ฒจ๋ผ๋ฃจ์Šค์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#์ค‘๋ž‘์—ญ๋ชจ๋กœ์ฝ”์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ์ถ”์ฒœ,#๊ณตํ•ญ๋™๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„๋ชจํ…”์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆํ›„๊ธฐ,#๋™์„ ๋™์™ธ๊ตญ์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๋ฒˆํ˜ธ,#์ฒญ๋‹ด์•„๋ฅดํ—จํ‹ฐ๋‚˜์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€,#๋‹ต์‹ญ๋ฆฌ๋™๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์ถœ์žฅ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋Š”๋ฒ•์ถ”์ฒœ,#์™€๋™๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,โญ์„œ์šธ&๊ฒฝ๊ธฐโญ๏ผฏโž€๏ผฏ-42โ“ชโถ-74โ“ทโ“ทโค๏ธ๋…ผํ˜„์—ญ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅโค๏ธํ›„๋ถˆโญ#์ฒœ์™•์—ญ๋ชจํ…”์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๋ฒˆํ˜ธ,#์ž ์‹ค๋ณธ๋™๋ฐฑ๋งˆ์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๋ฒˆํ˜ธ,#ํ˜ธ์›๋™์„œ์–‘์ธ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ›„๊ธฐ,#์‹ ์ด๋ฌธ์—ญ์‹ ์ด๋ฌธ์—ญ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€์ถ”์ฒœ,#์„ฑ๋ถ๊ตฌ๋ฐฑ๋งˆ์ถœ์žฅ๋ง›์‚ฌ์ง€์ถ”์ฒœ,#๋‚จํ˜„์šฐํฌ๋ผ์ด๋‚˜์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๋ฒˆํ˜ธ,#๋‚œ๊ณก๋™๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„ํ˜ธํ…”์ถœ์žฅ๋ฒˆํ˜ธ,#๋ฐœ์‚ฐ๋™ํ›„๊ธฐ,#์ˆญ์ธ์™ธ๊ตญ์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ›„๊ธฐ,#์†ก์ค‘๋™๋ณผ๋ฆฌ๋น„์•„์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€,#์‹ ๋‹ต์—ญ์™ธ๊ตญ์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,โญ์„œ์šธ&๊ฒฝ๊ธฐโญ๏ผฏโž€๏ผฏ-42โ“ชโถ-74โ“ทโ“ทโค๏ธ์ƒ์ˆ˜๋™๋ฐฑ๋งˆ์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆํ›„๊ธฐโค๏ธํ›„๋ถˆโญ#๋ฌ˜๋™๋ชจํ…”์ถœ์žฅ,#๋ณต์ตํ˜ธํ…”์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ›„๊ธฐ,#์„œ๊ต๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ,#ํ•œ๋‚จ์˜ค๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„์ถœ์žฅํŽ˜์ด๋งŒ๋‚จ์ถ”์ฒœ,#๊ฐœํ™”์—ญํ˜ธํ…”์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ›„๊ธฐ,#๋„ํ™”์น ๋ก€์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€์ถ”์ฒœ,#์„œ๋Œ€๋ฌธ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๋ฒˆํ˜ธ,#์ •์™•๋™์™ธ๊ตญ์—ฌ์ž์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#์‹ ๋„๋ฆผ์™ธ๊ตญ์—ฌ์„ฑ์ถœ์žฅ์•ˆ๋งˆ,#๋ฐฉ๋ฐฐ๋ณธ๋™์„œ์–‘์ธ์ถœ์žฅ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€,#์‹ ์ •๋Ÿฌ์‹œ์•„๋ฐฑ๋งˆ์ถœ์žฅ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโ€ฆ

Michael Jackson an the two ghosts hunters

Michael Jackson an the two ghosts hunters

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I own nothing but my characterโ€ฆ

~INNOCENT~

~INNOCENT~

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16yr old 5 former falls in love with a 17yrold 6former.โ€ฆ

Her Step Husband

Her Step Husband

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โ€ขโ€ข|3rd in Arranged Series|โ€ขโ€ขCan be read as a standaloneI always found myself getting mesmerized by him. And today was no different. As I came into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I was stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun was perhaps a small word. I was shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Did I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, my mind had always been filled with him. No doubt, I got lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood got frozen in my veins as it couldn't even bring a blush on my cheeks. I was in an enchantment. He just did a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasted with the blue water, made my jaw drop. He finally got done with his daily swimming time and came out of the water. His wet hair was stuck to his scalp and forehead and the water was dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath got stuck in my throat when he swept his hair away by his veiny hands. God, this was too much. When he stood up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I could see. He grabbed the towel and dried his body with it. When he reached near me, I was mum. He was just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome, and in his full glory was my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snapped his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this."The blood finally started moving again. A flush soon crept on her cheeks as he took the glass of juice from her which made his fingers to brush against her hand. I was doomed. That was for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024Ongoingโ€ฆ

Life?

Life?

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Just isโ€ฆ