Chapter Two: Thrice Warned
#2 of threads of destiny "in which cameron begins to realize the strength of warnings."
The Tragedy of J'ha'lia - Part 3
There are trigger warnings inside the linked document, and i suggest you all read them carefully before attempting the rest of the story. the ending of this tragedy (after parts 2+) is perhaps a redemption, but a bittersweet one.
Fallen Fates of Rebels Lost: Part Two
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The Tragedy of J'ha'lia (Complete Parts 1-7)
There are trigger warnings inside the linked document, and i suggest you all read them carefully before attempting the rest of the story. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kuymzv9jqnemzkj9t8-dxhxsw5x0k6wqajo\_msekvxa
Villain
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The Depths of Depravity (part six)
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The Foot Slave (part one of five)
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You Were Warned - Part One
#1 of sh'gloth the conqueror when an archaeologist discovers a strange artifact, he ignores certain warning signs and changes his life for eternity.
Radial Flux: Appendix i
It lays down the warnings and issues of the series and save me precious writing time before each chapter. i want to write a short little warning about the content that comes ahead.
Operation 'Foxbutt' WARNING!!! Castration ahead
~Nuhg. The fox groaned as he started coming back to his scenes. "Wake up. Wake up sleepy head." Jasper said on the intercom as the chair lightly smacked the red colored fox's cheeks. The fox opened his eyes slowly still...
An Expendable Life (WARNING: SNUFF)
I pulled out a cigarette and set it alight, taking a nice, long drag on it before exhaling the putrid cloud of nicotine. It was a late June night in the red light district of the city. The sky was overcast, faintly illuminated by the soft, orange glow...
Emilia
The whoremaster, also known as the front-desk clerk, warned me about the room. she said i wouldn't get my money's worth, since she was always mopey. all i needed was someone to wallow in sorrow with, so i disregarded her warnings.