What if the Volturi kings had spent thousands of years looking for their mate? And what if they found her with the newborn army sent to kill Bella? Will Andersen got picked from the streets by Riley and changed by Victoria. She spent all her time with Bree hiding behind Fred. What happens when she finds out what the plan is for her and her friends? And why do the cloaked people look so surprised when they see her? (Got this idea after reading The short second life of Bree Tanner) I do not own Twilight however i do own my oc's and the story line.

Forks was Bella's idea. A quiet town. Time with Charlie. Bella's little sister arrives with ballet slippers in her bag, vintage skirts in her suitcase, and a presence that doesn't quite fit anywhere- and yet somehow fits everywhere. Ariana is warm where Bella is guarded, observant where others are oblivious, and far more perceptive than anyone realizes. This AU stays close to the bones of Twilight. The same town. The same people. The same unfolding events. But small differences have consequences. Because Ariana was never supposed to exist. Her presence creates subtle fractures in a story that once felt certain. Conversations change. Reactions shift. Threads that were straight begin to bend. And while Bella's life follows a familiar path, another story quietly grows in the background- one that won't truly surface until New Moon. Far away in Volterra, an ancient vampire king lives exactly as he always has: brilliant, theatrical, manipulative, and utterly unhinged. Aro just hasn't met the one variable the universe accidentally introduced yet. This is a transmigrated/ Isekai FF where the OFC does not recall her past life but those memories are imprinted as intuition on her part. Her passions in her past life that she never got to explore as much as she wished are why she is the way she is now. She was 28 when she died and had been a Rattie in her teen years. But none of that matters in her life as Ariana Swan.

Waking up as a female Harry Potter wasn't exactly on my 5-year plan but hey, life's full of surprises. Now I've got a lightning scar, a dark destiny, and an absurd crush on Sirius Black. My name is Acacia Nyx Potter, and if you think you know this story... think again Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, or magical elements from the Harry Potter universe. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.

Once, she was Daphne Sinclair - CEO, feared and revered, a woman who built an empire and shattered anyone in her way. But when her own ambition led to betrayal, she died without ever looking back. Now, she wakes as Daphne Greengrass - young, privileged, and an utterly normal witch... or so it seems. The world has changed. She hasn't. And this time, she's not just playing the game. She's rewriting the whole damn rulebook. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭. "𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 - 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦." ✧˚ ʚɞ˚ ༘✿ ♡ ⋆｡˚✧˚ ʚɞ˚ ༘✿ ♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 ׂ╰┈➤ 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔠 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 ♡

Lily Lawson had one obsession since 2009: The Vampire Diaries. While the world chased after Elena Gilbert's tragic beauty, Lily dreamed -she wanted to be Caroline Forbes She even joked that if reincarnation were real, she'd manifest herself into the Vampire Diaries universe as Caroline, far away from Elena's endless doom. Then life and death intervened. A freak lab explosion ended her life. But death wasn't the end. Waking up with honey-blonde waves, piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could charm anyone, Lily realizes her wish came true: she's Caroline Forbes in Mystic Falls. Armed with her foreknowledge of every twist and betrayal, she's ready to change fate, protect those she loves and claim the life she always deserved. Because this time, Caroline Forbes isn't playing by the script. And heaven help anyone who tries to stop her.

A man from another world dies and wakes as a boy in the North. A bastard named Jon Snow. But Jon Snow is no longer the quiet child of Winterfell. He remembers another life-one filled with machines, memory, and the knowledge of what's to come. With Winter on the horizon and the South already scheming, he chooses action over silence. From the black walls of the Night's Watch to the burning rivers of the Riverlands, Jon-forged anew as Daemon-will reshape Westeros with steel, fire, and foresight. He builds, he plans, he kills, and he remembers. And the game of thrones is no longer played by the rules the lords remember. A character-driven, realistic self-insert fic exploring war, prophecy, power, and the long night ahead. Probably smut in the future. 🎁 Support me or read ahead 10 chapters on Patreon: [patreon.com/jajasx222]

I've transmigrated! The bad news: I've become Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones. The good news: in this world, Tyrion isn't a dwarf. As Tywin Lannister's second son and heir to Casterly Rock, Tyrion grew up spoiled and unrestrained. He's tall, handsome, and carries long pale-gold hair that gleams faintly silver under the night. One eye emerald, the other violet-an unsettling charm that earned him the nickname "Lust Demon." Now armed with memories from another world, noble blood, and irresistible looks, Tyrion is ready to dominate the Seven Kingdoms. Countless lovers surround him, yet-does he truly love only one? A harem or a single heart? Magic, dragons, White Walkers, Citadel plots-no system, low magic, close to canon.

Waking up as a child after being run over by a truck was already a wild experience but waking up again as a princess of the Targaryen dynasty, right in the peak of its power? All I can really say is: what the hell. I expected to reunite with my mother in heaven, not open my eyes in a royal cradle. And yet... here I am, reborn as Helaena Targaryen.

"I'm not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you'll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I'm tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn't be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don't want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside" In which a girl from our world is reborn in a show she barely knows anything about, as a girl named Vicki Donovan.

when a girl from this world dies and meets God and God gave her second chance to live in her favorite tv show....