"how do you even know her?" "she's my wife"

They say chaos always finds chaos... but what happens when it meets calm? When Layla transfers into East Highland, she's nothing like the storm that surrounds Nate Jacobs. She doesn't chase attention, doesn't fear silence, and definitely doesn't bend under pressure. Where others see danger in Nate, Layla sees something deeper, something fractured, something fighting to breathe beneath the control. And somehow... he feels it too. Drawn to her quiet strength in a way he can't explain, Nate finds himself unraveling, his anger softening, his control slipping, his world shifting. Because Layla isn't just another girl in his story. She's the pause in his chaos. The voice that steadies him. The only thing standing between him... and complete destruction. But being someone's anchor comes with a price. And the question is- will Layla save Nate Jacobs... or drown with him?

A Girl is killed accidentally by a god of death and is given 4 wishes as compensation. (I don't own any of the Teen Wolf characters just like any photos and videos I use except for Astrid)

In the supernatural world, there are werewolves. And then there are Lycans-the apex predators they devolved from. After twenty years abroad, the Vancroft pack has returned to Beacon Hills to reclaim their ancestral territory. But on the night they cross the county line, a howl splits the air. Raw. Wild. Wrong. A rogue Alpha is turning people. Bodies are piling up. And someone is hunting down everyone connected to a tragedy six years old. Selene Vancroft is the heir to the only Lycan pack in Beacon Hills. She's supposed to keep her head down, blend in at her new school, and let her mother handle the chaos. But when she meets Allison Argent-the new girl who doesn't know her family hunts monsters or that she's just become the most important person in Selene's world-everything gets complicated. The Vancrofts and Argents have been allies for generations. But alliances are tested when secrets surface, and some monsters aren't born-they're made by the people who were supposed to protect them. --- **DISCLAIMER:** I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. This is a work of fanfiction featuring original characters (the Vancroft family) and original Lycan lore. All rights to Teen Wolf belong to Jeff Davis and MTV.

Seventeen‑year‑old Mia Whitlock has never felt like she fully belongs, but she's learned to ignore the strange pull she feels toward the earth... until the morning she wakes from a vivid dream of a woman rising from the ground and finds her bed filled with real dirt. Whispers follow her. The world around her shifts in ways she can't explain. And the woman from her dreams keeps appearing at the edge of her vision - never fully there, never fully gone. As the line between dream and reality blurs, Mia begins to sense that something ancient is stirring, something that has been searching for her for a long time. Shadows move beneath the surface of her ordinary life, watching, waiting, and closing in. Mia has no idea what she is. She has no idea what they want. But whatever once was lost... is beginning to appear again. And Mia is at the center of it.

A young woman is hit by a car on her way home from school. Before she can die, an unknown power gives her a second chance at life in another world. See how Trina Valdez, now Trina Vega, fares in the dramatic universe of 'Victorious'. Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, its setting, characters, or plot. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes.

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅." [ 𝐓𝐯𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟮_𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟴 ] 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲.

A Female Percy Jackson and Male Annabeth Chase story. In which Andrew, the runaway son of Batman, fled the chaos of Gotham when the weight of legacy, grief, and expectations became too much - only to be yanked back into the madness he left behind when Percy Jackson plays the ultimate card: "Your lost son is in trouble, so give us your plane." Now Bruce Wayne's private jet is en route to San Diego, carrying three demigods, a brooding billionaire, and a very confused Tim Drake - because when gods and monsters collide with Gotham's elite, things are bound to get complicated.

The 118 was in dire need for a donation to further replenish supplies and repair the station. You would think they would have a lot of money since they are literal first responders but nope, their budgets is stretched thin. It looked like the firefighters would have to wear the same uniforms and use the torn equipment. That was until a man showed up with a check saying he was a publisher to a famous author/artist who would love to donate a lot of money. When they found out the name of the donator all hell broke loose. Or Nikolai Dichterin wanted to give some of his wealth back to the people and what better way was to donate to first responders? What he wasn't expecting was for his publisher to demand that he come and meet them properly. Bobby x maleoc! x Athena