Cuando Gabrielle Delacour exhaló su último suspiro, no esperaba renacer como una princesa valyria que cabalgaba sobre un dragón. Con la genética valyria y su aspecto de veela de su vida anterior, Gabrielle, ahora Daenerys, se encuentra sumida en un mundo más traicionero y sangriento que el anterior. Armada con su magia, Daenerys se comerá la mano antes de convertirse en otra Helena de Troya. Pero parece que los hombres Targaryen que la rodean dicen lo contrario... O Donde la Danza de Dragones no se libró por el Trono de Hierro, sino por la mano de la Princesa Daenerys. ESTA HISTORIA NO ES MIA ES UNA TRADUCCIÒN DE LA OBRA "The Hand of Helena" BY Hokkaido_milk_pudding (AO3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/52589545?view_adult=true&view_full_work=true

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

One day, upon dying, Jun was a soul who was suddenly captured by the villain system. Every world she lived a tragic life. Every ending was the same. Unlike many others who obeyed quietly under the system's order, or to seek a quick death, Jun never stopped retaliating against her fate. Since Jun refused to give in, the system plotted to break her mind apart. However, after "countless" deaths, Jun remained firm in herself, and only she knew her maliciousness grew stronger and deeper. But Jun was not afraid. Paranoia and hatred might run deep in her mind, but no one was more clear than her that only when one dared to challenge their fate could they truly grasp their own "destiny". Villains could also have a life without being overshadowed by the brilliance of the protagonists too. "My chosen demise? The righteous protagonists rule? They don't matter. Eventually, I will reclaim what's rightfully mine." Even if it takes everything that I need to get what I want. ... [This is an original novel written by me. This story is and should ONLY be on Wattpad, Scribblehub, Patreon as of 21 February 2024. Any of my stories published outside of these websites aren't mine!] Copyright © 2026 by Juno. All rights reserved.

En su vida anterior, Lu Yao solo vivió hasta los treinta y cinco años, no pudo salir debido a la presión familiar y murió solo. Cuando vuelve a abrir los ojos, se encuentra transportado a tiempos antiguos, no sólo diez años más joven sino también con un marido de hombros anchos, cintura estrecha y abdominales marcados. ¿Podría haber tanta buena fortuna en este mundo? Justo cuando Lu Yao está muy contento, nota que la mirada de su esposo parece particularmente fría, incluso queriendo divorciarse de él... Zhao Beichuan perdió a sus padres y asumió la responsabilidad de cuidar a sus dos hermanos pequeños. Para mantenerlos, aceptó un matrimonio concertado por una casamentera. No necesitaba que su esposa fuera bella; todo lo que pedía era que fuera bondadosa y frugal. El casamentero le pintó un panorama optimista, pero se dio la vuelta y le encontró un "cojín de flores", alguien que tiene buena pinta pero que no puede hacer nada más. En su primer día de matrimonio, esta persona casi se ahorca de la viga de la casa de Zhao Beichuan. Más tarde, Zhao Beichuan se enteró de que este joven tenía un amante y no quería casarse con él, pero sin saberlo se había convertido en el encargado de separar a una pareja de amantes desafortunados. Los matrimonios forzados no duran, por lo que Zhao Beichuan decidió dejarlo ir, pero inesperadamente, esta pequeña criatura no se iba, siempre metiendo sus manos en la cama de Zhao Beichuan por la noche, diciendo: "Esposo, déjame sentir tus abdominales..."

After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the world of gangsters and their dangerous businesses. Will she be able to fit into society with her huge amount of knowledge about the future? Will she be able to go unnoticed by the Peaky Blinders? Or will she get herself in trouble and blow up her cover? Most important though, will she be able to survive in the dangerous world of the Peaky Blinders? __________________________________________ Started: 08.02.2021 Completed: 26.07.2023 Like always I am going to mention that English is not my first language, so please feel free to point out my mistakes. I do not own any of the characters except for Annabelle, Joanne, Paola, Madeline and Will. Since I am no fan of unrealistically fast developing relationships, this will be a "slow burn" fan fiction. *WARNING* incredibly slow burn.