Mount Everest ain't got shit on me Mount Everest ain't got shit on me 'Cause I'm on top of the world I'm on top of the world, yeah Burj, Dubai ain't got on me You could touch the sky, but you ain't got on me 'Cause I'm on top of the world I'm on top of the world, yeah Woop, woop, woop

The mountain The mountain (all good souls come to rest) Darkness

(Y/N) (L/N) is an avid gamer, so much so, its basically all he does nowadays. But, he's suddenly summoned to a sick, dangerous world known Battleworld full of... alternate versions of Marvel characters?! But, his summoner, the goddess Hela has deemed his ability unworthy and so sells him off! To become a warrior in an endless colosseum of death and lust! But it turns out... your personality isn't exactly normal, so instead of crying about it, you decide to climb the ranks, gain your harem, and get revenge on that goddess! Will you do it? Or will you fall and become a victim to the depraved acts of this cruel world? (NOTE: This is a retelling and rendition of Reincarnation Colosseum, as such it includes things such as genderbending, breeding and other REALLY spicy contents. Topics suitable for only those over 18!, it will be the most 18 out of my books)

9000 years. That's how long (Y/N) had been stuck in stasis. When he woke up, he immediately found the realm unlike how he remembered it, because it is not its own anymore, it is Outworld. (Y/N) finds he is near a coal mine in a small village that's constantly harassed by the soldiers of the ruling army of Shao Kahn. But, (Y/N) was never a hard worker, he was once a talented sorcerer and martial artist from Edenia, now he was nothing. Eventually pushed too far, he ends up showing his strength... which catches the attention of the ruler of Outworld, after all... the Mortal Kombat tournament was coming up soon.

So I lied about my Ultimate Spider-Man x Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja story being my last story. It's just that I was looking through Wattpad and all I saw was one thing... Ben. FUCKING. 10!!! Keep in mind I damn well loved the show since I was a kid to now. Even the reboot and hopefully the next one is better. So I saw all these Ben 10 fics and thought why not. Anyway, on with the description. 12 year old Y/N L/N has been friends with 10 year old Ben Tennyson for forever and so was their parents. And they had the idea to send them along with Ben's know it all cousin Gwen on a trip in their Grandpa Max's RV. On their trip the boys stumbled upon two powerful watches one flashing green and the other pink. Read my version of how it started with two alien devices did what they did. PS: THERE WILL BE NO LEMONS TILL ALIEN FORCE!THEY ARE CHILDREN AND THERE WILL ONLY BE CUDDLES AND LIGHT KISSING NO SEX OR ANYTHING TOO SENSUAL! DO NOT ASK ME TO DO ONE IN THE CLASSIC SERIES!

Y/N is a shapeshifting anomaly forced to help Billy Butcher tear down Vought. But surviving the world's deadliest heroes becomes the least of his worries when the most powerful, terrifying woman on Earth sets her sights on him. Vought's untouchable, starry-caped goddess doesn't just want mankind's worship. Homelander She wants him.

"play dead, just play dead, no one will noitce me, I am fine...." *moan* "oh shi-"

"great, just great, I can't have a single calm morning, huh?! oh shit, they are three now."

Life in New York City wasn't easy, but for Y/n L/n, it was manageable. As a Senior at Midtown High, Y/n prided himself on being a quiet observer, blending into the background while secretly dreaming of being something greater. In a world filled with extraordinary heroes, he was content to admire them from afar, believing their world was beyond his reach. Everything changed on a seemingly ordinary school day. As he walked through Midtown High's halls, flashes of glowing light appeared in the corner of his vision-illusions that no one else seemed to notice. He began to feel a hum beneath his skin when he passed certain places, like the energy of the world was alive and responding to him. Books flipped open on their own, lightbulbs flickered as he passed, and faint glyphs glowed on surfaces where he lingered too long. It was as if reality itself was bending to his presence, but he had no idea why.