In which Percy Jackson and Jason Todd can't help but distrust each other, yet undoubtedly fall in love at the same time. (Cover From Pinterest)

"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.

"Who are you?" "Canis." "Who are you really?" "Hadrian Peverell." "The Peverell Prince?" "Something like that."

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

Book One in The Sinful Heart Series: "They can take my empire, and they can take my life. I'll surrender it all without a fight because holding you was the only heaven I ever cared to witness." Indian × Italian She was never meant to belong to his world. And he was never meant to love someone like her. Inaaya had spent her life surviving through betrayal, through control, through a past that tried to break her at every step. Love was never something she trusted... until him. Adriano Machetti wasn't a man people loved. He was a man they feared. Powerful, ruthless, and dangerously calm, he ruled a world where emotions were weaknesses and attachments were liabilities. But then she walked into his life. What started as an unexpected connection soon became something neither of them could control. Because Inaaya wasn't fragile she was fire wrapped in grace. And Adriano... he didn't just want her. He chose her. In a world filled with secrets, blood-stained pasts, and unspoken wars, their love wasn't simple it was consuming. Possessive. Unbreakable. He would burn the world for her. And she? She would walk through that fire just to stand beside him. Because this wasn't just love. This was obsession. This was devotion. This was two broken souls finding a home in each other... against all odds. Started: 23/feb/24. End: 14/April/25

Once, their families were bound by trust. Now, they're divided by blood. Reyansh Shergill, heir to a ruthless mafia empire, and Amaira Raichand, the golden-hearted doctor. They both were childhood sweethearts but something turned their cute bond into hatred. 18 years they've been away from each other, The past burned their bond to ashes, and hatred filled what love had left behind. But when Amaira's brother dared to run away with Reyansh's only sister, the final spark was lit. For revenge, Reyansh did the unthinkable thing......he married Amaira. Not for love, but for Revenge. And Amaira? Did she wanted it? Maybe yes or Maybe No. Dive into the story to witness how their bond turns from 'Childhood sweetheart to Enemies to Lovers'

Read CURSED SUICIDE first Futile energy - refers to energy that is expended in a biological system without producing useful work or contributing to the organism's biological functions. This often involves processes where energy is dissipated as heat or is otherwise wasted rather than being utilized efficiently. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Gojo Satoru died. Or at least he thought he did. Suguru was going to kill him. After allowing Yuji to eat all of Sukuna's fingers, Satoru and Suguru must exorcise the King of curses. What they didn't expect was a portal opening in the middle of their battle and sucking them in a whirlwind to a different dimension. And Satoru had the nagging feeling he knew where they were.

Early Warning! This is not for you if you're Homophobic or Do Not Want Male falling Inlove to Male. --- Love is the most twisted curse in the world. During the Heian period, cursed spirits ran rampant, and ordinary humans were pushed to the brink. It wasn't until the appearance of jujutsu sorcerers that people caught a glimpse of hope. These sorcerers, wielders of deadly cursed energy, quickly became the most revered and powerful figures of their time. Hananochi Yukiori was born in this chaotic era. Born into a low-ranking household, he should have lived a plain life - or perhaps died tragically, caught between the battles of cursed spirits and sorcerers. But Yukiori's face - a beauty that should not exist in the mortal world - dragged him into a far crueler conspiracy and bloodshed. He became the coveted prize in this storm: sorcerers driven mad with desire for his appearance imprisoned him in a place where no light could reach, all under the name of love. Even so, Yukiori never resented anyone. Yet, he died on a cold winter day. --- Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction work created for entertainment only. All characters, settings, and original concepts belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. All rights reserved to the original creator(s). No profit is made from this fan creation. If you enjoy the original series, please support the official releases.

Since I was 11 years old, I was trained for war. My mentor, Alastor Moody, taught me everything I needed to know. When the war broke out, one by one, I lost my loved ones. With a broken heart but carrying the fighting spirit of all the fallen, I led the survivors to victory. In a fit of madness and despair, I decided to end my life - only to discover, to my endless misfortune, that I couldn't. As if fate hadn't had enough fun already, it crowned me Master of Death. Some Primordial Being appeared, very smug, and offered me a choice: stay in the wreckage of my world... or throw myself into another dimension. Naturally, I picked the second option. I mean, how bad could it be? I didn't realize Death had decided I was its new favorite chew toy. Bloody Potter luck. _____________ This is the English Translation of the work Maldita suerte Potter by Pao95 ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/53081854/chapters/134301046) The original fic is in Spanish. ____________________________________ Also available on AO3 under the same username. Please don't repost without permission

Harry Potter thought post-war life would be boring. Instead, he ends up a single dad hiding out in Grimmauld Place, armed with nothing but a baby, some bad coping skills, and a truly cursed house. When Teddy's accidental magic flings them both back to 1979, Harry has questions. Like: How does one babysit a shapeshifting toddler in the 70s? And importantly - is it illegal to kill a soon to be dead Death Eater before they canonically die? (Asking for a friend.) Time is broken. Harry's patience is broken. Teddy's diapers are also probably broken. This can only end well. _____ Also available on AO3 under the same username. Please don't repost without permission