This is Chapter 2 of Pokémon Adventures.

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this is a recovey no caterogy, it's my own. its not a fanfiction. it's a story for fucksake.

im sorry but this is not a fanfic of any anime just a made up one i just chose a random category but one day i will make it into an anime i am working on the manga now, but pls dont hate or be disappointed sorry

He loved her dearly, tenderly, passionately, with all his heart in life. What more in her death? The tragic love of Bishamon and Sara.

En un profundo bosque, hay un circo. En él hay personas tan deformadas que es difícil siquiera llamarles "Personas" , como Lilith, Caeruleo, El Hombre de Dos Cabezas...Ellos parecen divertirse, la gente cree que ellos realmente son felices en ese terrible cuerpo...¿Quieres saber sus historias? Disclaimer: Dark Wood Circus como canción pertenece a Marchigerita-P

Nadie sabe qué ocurrio en la noche que los shinobis do lo que sabemos es que desaparecierony el mal triunfo.y que los enemigos han tomando el control desde entonces.Lo que le ocurrio ah sasuke es el mayor misterio de todos. algunos dicen que lo hirieron como nunca antes, otros dicen que se canso de luchar y se retiro ah una vida mas sencilla.

Misty and Ash's kids are now out on their own journey! Fallow the next generation through battles, contests, and more!

Shima is trying to contain his lusty feelings for his friend by avoiding Kujo as much as possible. Rated M for smut that's sprinkled into the story. Sorry I'm not good at making summaries.

In the end they were both innocent, only in a different way.

A young girl oppressed by her strict husband, a fox god who tires of his unromantic lover and comrade. A pair of star crossed lovers take on their complex world to fight for the passionate love they've come to cherish.

Yume&Kiyoami&Shima&Konnosuke. 500 years ago, there was a massacre of fresh blood that even a long summer rain couldn't wash away.

MiwayamaMurakumo. Except for this once, Miwayama's concern that was close to an obsession for the inspector had always won over everything else.

Possession was suffocating them; they could just hear the choke.

Each man had his own problems, sighing into the night