[Y/n] [L/n] loved since she was a child, that's until she doesn't develop a quirk. She became the dissapointment in her family. So every night [Y/n] would let her sorrows and cries with the moon keeping her company. The moon, feeling her pain, it took form of a being presenting herself as the Moon Goddess, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚. And gave [Y/n] half of what she is as a gift. To ease her pain. Not knowing the great danger will come out of the shadows to obtain that great power. [Warning the lore of Columbina will not be put in this book, since I don't know much of her. Please don't come at me ok,]

You were well known around the Red Light District that you lived in. With flourishing, silky hair and a beautiful body, men often desired to court you. Some thought you were a courtesan! However... You weren't. Not even in the slightest. You were secretly training to become the first female warrior. With your determination to take your elderly father and younger brother's place, you would use whatever was at your disposal so your family would survive. However, when you failed to take their place initially, you only ended up being sent to the Madam of the Verdigris to live with her and just find a place of your own. However, as you're suddenly kidnapped and brought in to the rear palace's inner court with Maomao by your side, and people start to grow infatuated with you... What will you do? Thank you for reading! 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖱! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖣𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 is not my property, all characters besides Y/N are not mine (Y/N is not mine because Reader is Y/N obvi).

❝お前は俺を使い、俺はお前を使う! - これこそ至高の友情ってやつじゃねえか?❞ ───────⚛︎𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a scientist, ripped from her apartment by forces beyond reasons - Not Truck-Kun - finds herself stranded in a weird ass anime about Gods and Humans fighting like...some People with their Math Homework... ═════════════════════════════ ───────⚛︎𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢 I need to list: ⚠︎There will be a lot of Spoilers - I think??? ⚠︎All the Characters from the Anime and Digital Art doesn't belong to me - I don't know if Y/n belongs to me cause Y/n is literally You or your OC ⚠︎The Covers are Inspired by other I saw on Pinterest or other Apps ═════════════════════════════ ⤿𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭: 21. 05. 2025 ⤿𝐄𝐧𝐝: xx. xx. xxxx 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐲: @-Chihiro

You were born on the rich side, where dirt is a rumor and blood never stains long enough to matter. Your hands stayed clean-not because you were careful, but because the world was. Well your side at least. Jewels weighed your wrists. Safety wrapped your throat like silk. Freedom was handed to you so often it stopped feeling special. You smiled easily. Spoke to anyone. Asked questions people laughed off instead of answering. But the Slums were different. They weren't ugly to you-just unfinished. Like a sentence cut off mid-thought. If we're all human, why is there a gate?

-𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥- [ Gachiakuta x Isekai! Reader ] Being transported into a different world was the last thing you expected to happen but, being transported into a world you know absolutely nothing about is definitely worse. Sure, it has its perks but, typically people being transported into an alternate reality have memories of their past life or have somehow died in their prior life. You, however, don't fall into either of those categories because you don't have any memories other than a couple of minor details about your life and you don't recall dying before finding yourself in this world. Your goal? To continue leveling up, learning new skills and upgrading them, and to survive. Pretty simple unless you count the people you begin (unintentionally) attracting that makes everything, mostly surviving, much, much harder than it already is. !Gachiakuta does not belong to me, it belongs to Kei Urana! [ Hopefully will be updated weekly or sooner, it will depend ]

𝙰 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐? 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. "9 month in my belly and he look exactly like his sexy father!" You comment. "He's perfect~" the baby coo happily. 1 years later. "BEGONE YOU DEMONIC CHILD!!" you throw some salt at the 1 year old boy. "[Name] what are you doing?" Tamsy ask. His head tilt curiosly. "He ate my chocolate." "Chocolate? You know I can buy more" "I know but he actually walk towards the fridge as if he already knows how to walk without wobbling around." "Oh..." Another 1 years later "FREEEDDDDDOMMMMMM" "THEO CAINES COME BACK HERE!!!"

A world where things that are even slightly damaged are seen as trash and said trash turning into beasts that threaten lives. What will Y/n do when she finds herself ostracized for being "damaged goods," and how will she react when a handsome stranger catches her in his threaded webs, unwilling to set her free? ♤♡◇♧ Started: 12.02.2025 Finished: --. --. ---- [Cover not mine]

❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧❞ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌' 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖲𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 Sphere. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌. ⦾ 𝖦𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 ⦾ 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾a

Tamsy Caines was a wolf in sheep's clothing-charming, calculated, and cruel beneath the surface. His entire life revolved around breaking others, twisting their pain into purpose, delighting in the way despair could shape a person. He was merciless, but never careless; every move was part of a design only he understood. And then there was Y/N. A sheep in wolf's clothing-fragile at heart, but armored in defiance and masks she wore for the world. Where others underestimated her softness, Tamsy saw it immediately. He didn't sneer at it or exploit it the way others might. Instead, he coveted it. To him, she wasn't a weakness-she was balance. Her quiet strength tempered his cruelty. Her presence gave his chaos meaning. He mocked and teased, but never in the way that sought to break her. Instead, he protected her fragility while indulging her strength, the only one he would let close enough to see him without disguise. Tamsy became the perfect lover not because he softened, but because with her he could be both wolf and sheep without contradiction. He held her with possessive certainty, teased her with sharp edges, and shielded her with unflinching devotion. She anchored him, and he, in turn, made her believe that even in a world built on cruelty and masks, their love was the one thing not born of lies. Together, they were a paradox-predator and prey, mask and truth, wolf and sheep. And somehow, against all reason, it worked.