Everything was calm until Deona suddenly resigned. The Demon King was in shock, his commanders were in panic, the castle was in chaos. What could have caused the strongest strategist to leave the service? One small misunderstanding that was about to turn the entire demon world upside down. And not just the Demon Kingdom, it turns out. Or. Cale didn't just end up in Deona Hart's body, he ended up in his female version! And behind her there were so many problems that she didn't immediately notice that she had created herself. But maybe it's for the best? This is a sort of parallel version of my main fic, "The Lie That Sets Me Free". Please read it, maybe you'll like it. I only separated this chapter because I thought that if a motive appeared, I could continue this idea?

There was once a transferred student that grew up in the streets of New York. He was quiet, strikingly beautiful but is very mysterious. He was only fourteen but he made it look like he's seen the worse there is. But a month later, he was killed. One person remembered it all. Takemichi will sure to put a stop to it. To save him once and for all!

Title: Peach Summary: Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, is in love with (Name), who is a kistune, and presents her with a sweet, juicy, and delicious gift. What adventures await, and would (Name's) love be enough to put a smile on Giyuu's stoic face? ────────────────────── ⚠Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⚠ Story contains sexual themes and adult content. You must be 18+ to read this. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! You are responsible for your own consumption. Disclaimer! This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and trademarks rightfully belong to Koyoharu Gotouge.

Fanfiction: Who Made Me A Princess Status: Hiatus Cover not mine ©tto ••• I am a writer and I was once a ballerina. A normal human being living peacefully in my one-story house. One day, while buying some refreshments on a grocery. A handsome young man appeared in front of me. He murmured something that I cannot understand except for the words "A Perfect Gift for Athy" What happened next? I passed out, when I regained my consciousness, a beautiful young woman appeared before my eyes. The young woman looks exactly like me and the surprising part is when she called me 'Mother' Do I look like her Mother? Well, yes. But what surprised me the most is when she told me her name. Athanasia de Alger Obelia, a cannon-fodder character in my novel 'The Lovely Princess' and she told me that I am Diana, her deceased mother. So was it a problem? Actually not. It's not a problem until Claude saw me... ---------- "Lucas told me that you are my Mother," Athanasia said "Actually, You are the Reincarnation of Athy's Mother" Lucas replied "Wait geez... So I am Diana?" I asked " Indeed! and you are my gift to this Idiot" He grinned. "Oh shut up! I am not an Idiot"

What if during the test of the Sealed God in the endeable kingdom, as Cale was about to finish, there was a mistake causing him to be transported to a parallel world of LCF instead of his own world, along with Choi Han and Alberu Crossman. Though he became a girl, he, no, she has an older brother. The one that doesn't exist in the other timeline. "Oppa, you're too cool." Cale said nonchalantly as she gazed at her brother slamming an enemy to the ground. This is also cross-posted in ao3 under the username of Lishen_00179 and same title. Image is not mine, credits to the original artist.

The death of The Commander left a huge sorrow for his family. They are left devastated by his death. He left them with an excruciating grief that they would never be able to fully recover from. Their home, the person that gave them the strength to keep moving, it's gone. Perhaps the God of Death will try to give him back to them if they threatened this world's safety. Therefore, in order to prevent this, he has given his blessing upon them... Or What if they are given the chance to observe their Commander in a different reality? ... tcf/lotcf x orv fanfic (mainly tcf fanfic) (Note: Everything is not owned by me except this fanfic. Credits to the original authors of tcf and orv.) P.s. I'm not good at making description, so forgive me if the description doesn't match this book. ⚫️- not edited 🔴- edited

[Cale's visiting(thrown to many different world)] Raon was staring at his human, who was apparently sleeping again. Raon whipped his head toward the blond haired man. "Gramps! Human is sleeping again!" "He is sick, Nya!" The blond sigh while he look at the human they are talking, this unlucky bastard. "Little kids, that unlucky bastard is just sleeping" "His sleeping has been getting out of control, Nya" On who has been silent also felt worried at this point. "Human! You're awake!" A frown was seen in his face. "Fuck.." With Cale mumble, his body rapidly start to fade to smoke. "Cale!" "Human!" ... He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Cale? whats wrong?" His eyes look at the red haired man who was silent, before shaking his head. "Never mind."

I will make whatever I want they react about my fanfic. Just think I promoted my story! And I will do my best to not spoiler more than I already write 😊 Hope you will enjoy it!

🌸˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion ❝ 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔴𝔫 ❞ . . . "You're such a failure, a pathetic excuse of a daughter." "Why can't you just be better? At least try, Ji-yoon." ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Ji-yoon has had enough of life. She doesn't even scream after jumping off the bridge near her university. However, she does scream after she is reincarnated as Rashta.

"My goodness! Young master, get down from there!" exclaimed the elder as he gazed up at the extraordinary sight unfolding before his eyes. Perched atop the lofty branches of a majestic tree, a little boy with tousled red hair cast his eyes upon a breathtaking tableau. The sun, radiant but gentle, painted the scene with warmth, its rays illuminating the world below without a hint of scorching intensity. Birds, like winged notes of a harmonious symphony, danced through the air with uninhibited grace, while the bustling streets below pulsed with the rhythm of life itself. "It's perfect," whispered the boy with a serene smile, as if he had discovered a secret haven hidden within the embrace of nature itself. This moment, this ethereal vision, seemed to encapsulate an idyllic ending, a canvas painted with perfection. "I finally found it, the perfect burial place."