" come , be one of my children" 9 children , 3 soon to be husbands, what would go wrong?

"I'm not perfect." ●●● [Last Name][Name] was the so called, "Perfect Girl" by many. With her looks, intellect and athletism, not many could find a single flaw in her. Her parents were overjoyed to have a daughter just like her. Perfection, what was they call her. A flawless daughter, her parents praised. Imperfect, what was she called herself. The girl hated the perfect facade she had, but she can never escape what her parents had created. ●●● Disclaimers: •None of the art or characters except my OCs belongs to me. •Warnings - Mentions of abuse, implications of possible self harm. If any of these trigger you please do not read or read this book with discretion. •SUPER SLOW UPDATES, I am now a college student...which is insane cause i started this fic when i was in secondary school...

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"i've known her all my life, that's why i can't get her away from me" in a time of crisis, mikey gives in and calls y/n to help him with his gang. she's known as his childhood friend, who mikey can't get away from. but everyone knows it's more than that. as takemichi returns to the present, he learns the other reason why mikey went crazy. i guess you could call their relationship.. everlasting. highest ranking #1 in manjiro sano #1 in mikey #1 in tokyo revengers #1 in text-to-speech

⁀➴ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, a girl named [L/n] [Y/n] awakens in a world she once only knew through paper and ink. After an unfortunate run in with truck-kun (classic isekai style), she wakes up in the world of her favorite manga. But instead of panicking, she takes it as a golden opportunity to make a difference. Determined to rewrite fate, [Y/n] vows to save everyone. Armed with half assed plans, pop culture knowledge, relentless optimism, and a sarcasm level that could kill. She dives headfirst into the chaos of what we call, Tokyo Revengers. _________ I do not own any of the Tokyo Revengers characters nor the plot, although most of the plot is based on my own imagination. Tokyo Revengers respectfully belongs to the original manga author, Ken Wakui. This story also contains spoilers. I also do not own any of the art/fanarts used, credits goes to the rightful artists. Started: December 24th, 2024. Ended: Ongoing _________ Rankings: 🥇#tokyorevengers (27/10/25 🥇#mikey (26/03/25) 🥇#tr (10/04/25) 🥇#takemitchi (13/04/25) 🥈#ranhaitani (22/04/25) 🥇#chifuyu (30/04/25) 🥇#haitanibrothers (10/05/25) 🥇#draken (31/05/25) 🥇#sanzuharuchiyo (31/05/25) 🏅#crackfic (09/06/25) 🥇#inuiseishu (06/07/25) 🥇#xreader (21/07/25) 🥇#kokonoi (24/07/25) 🥈#tokyomanjigang (19/08/25) 🥇#izanakurokawa (08/10/25) 🥇#kazutorahanemiya (12/11/25) 🥇#shinichirosano (14/11/25) 🥇#kawatatwins (14/11/25)

Hanagaki Kairi liked to fight in her own universe but somehow woke up being a whole new Hanagaki Kairi (Hanagaki Takemichi's older sister) and now she has a body that can't support all the years of martial arts she learned throughout her life. She has to train this new body and grow stronger. She wants to reach the top again but has to start from the bottom. Well, it won't be the same life she once had but it won't be anything but exciting. MikeyXOC Tokyo Revengers Note: In my stories I use the last name then first name like in Japanese culture. (I try as much as I can to be authentic even though I most likely make mistakes) Rated Mature: mentions of rape, violence, death, mentions of suicide, and sexually explicit content. ** I do not own Tokyo Revengers and it's characters or the images in the story but I do have rights to the cover page. I Just like to write fanfiction. I only own the OC characters and creative ideas that aren't part of the original TR plot.)

"We're not lovers. We're not even friends. Just two people who can't seem to let go-physically, atleast." They broke up a year ago. They should've moved on. But somehow, she still ends up in his bed, tangled in his sheets, moaning his name like she never left. +18

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai, Nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat ho," I replied ("You're incredibly beautiful, for me") "Mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata hai," she said. ("I get angry very quickly") "Mai seh lunga," I replied, looking at her. ("I'll endure it") "Mujhe bahut jaldi rona aa jata hai", she said. ("I cry very quickly") "Main apna kanda deh dunga, aap apna sar rakkhe ro lena", I replied. ( " I'll give you my shoulders, to cry freely keeping your head on it") "Mai choti choti baat mein, naraaz ho jaati hoon", She said. ("I get upset over little things,") "Mai manalunga," I said. ("I'll convince you,") "Mere haath seh chize tuth jaati hai", she said. ("Things break from my hands") "Mai naye la dunga", I replied. ("I'll replace them") "Mujhe aapse mohabbat hogayi hai, Nader", she said. ("I have fallen in love with you, Nader") "I-" Usne nazre niche jhukali. Get ready to be swept away by 'Heartstrings,' where the tangled web of relationships is spun with threads of forbidden love, enemies-to-lovers, love at first sight, and a captivating love triangle. Join me on this rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and redemption that will tug at your heartstrings until the very last page."

Khwahish never believed in the romanticized notions surrounding marriage. To her, it was nothing more than a contract, a legal agreement devoid of any profound meaning. However, fate had its own plans as she found herself wedded to Shehryar Khan. A man of few words, yet eyes that forever hinted an untold story. Thrusted into an unfamiliar territory, with a. a supposed husband who mirrored his woman's aloof and distant demeanor. b. a supposed wife who couldn't care less. And yet a marriage to save. What could possibly go wrong? Or rather... what could possibly go right? . . . For, in the delicate dance of hearts, there exists a fine line between distance and connection, a fine line between silence and understandings.