Soy Zhao Tangtang, la sexta princesa del Reino de Zhao. Pensé que siempre sería un pescado salado sin mimar para siempre, pero cuando tenía seis años, mi padre emperador de repente tuvo la capacidad de leer las voces del corazón y me mimaron hasta el cielo. Así es, he sido transmigrado a este libro desde que nací. Conozco todas las tramas de este libro y las he memorizado todas en mi mente. Pero, aparte de eso, todo lo que tengo es este cerebro mío no tan inteligente. Nunca he pensado en competir por el favor para aumentar mi sentido de presencia.. porque sé que no puedo ganar. Nunca he subestimado el coeficiente intelectual de los pueblos antiguos, y no siento que tenga la oportunidad de ganar solo porque soy un transmigrador.

Hadrian shook his head slowly. "No," he lied. He wasn't sure why he withheld the truth, but something told him to keep his past life a secret for now. "I just... woke up here." Elrond and Glorfindel exchanged a glance, silent words passing between them. "You are unlike any child we have seen before," Elrond finally said. "Your presence is... different. But there is no darkness in you. That alone is enough for us to offer you sanctuary." Hadrian exhaled, some of the tension in his body easing. Safe. He had never truly been safe before. The idea felt foreign, but not unwelcome. It was then that he finally noticed his reflection in the polished silver mirror across the room. He inhaled sharply. An elfling stared back at him. His body was smaller, more delicate, yet not frail. His ears tapered into elegant points, peeking through his unruly dark hair, which cascaded down to his shoulders in soft waves. His eyes were still the same vivid green, but they held a strange, ethereal glow, as if infused with the very magic of this world. A child again. A proper child, not the underfed, scrappy boy who had spent his youth locked away in a cupboard. Hadrian raised a trembling hand to his face, his fingers tracing over smooth skin, unblemished by scars of war and hardship. He had truly been reborn. -Takes place during The Hobbit-

Wand and Pietro move to Forks, they want a nice, quiet, peaceful last year of school. But they have deep secrets, dangerous secrets, secrets that Jasper Hale and his family come across by accident. Jasper Hale is drawn to the dark haired woman with deep red eyes and magic at her fingertips.

I didn't expect to be Rita Skeeter, let alone to make friends and fall in love. I didn't want to be part of this plot or part of this amazing family where I knew how they would die. I didn't want this but I didn't reject it either. Notice:- they will be a lot of time skips. - Rita won't look like the one in the movie picture her how ever you want tho. - I will accept any ideas, I will add them if they are good Hope You Love My Book!

¿Quién es el chico de ojos verdes que aparece de repente en Forks High y que sabe demasiado? ¡Agarraos bien el culo, gente, las cosas están a punto de cambiar! OP! Harry. La perra del destino. Amo de la muerte. autor: burnable capitulos: 13

Todo lo que Harry conoció fue destruido frente a sus ojos, por personas que el protegió "Los muggles" ahora tiene que empezar una nueva vida en otro mundo, donde no conoce a nadie ni nada, en busca de lo que una vez conoció y le fue arrebatado por segunda vez: su familia, felicidad y un lugar lleno de paz, donde todos podían vivir felices, Junto a alguien poderoso, piensa empezar de cero en este nuevo mundo: El mundo de los Ninjas.

The boy who lived finally realised he was living a life that somebody created for him, a perfect script with fake scenarios and manipulation. He wasn't Harry Potter but Hadrian Snape Riddle. Heir of Slytherin and prince of darkness. So he promised himself to make things right this time. This time he will save his family and rule the WORLD

It wasn't until I was being put to bed by my mother that I had the time to think it all over. The names, the formalities, the tattoos... "Draco?" Narcissa asked at my sudden silence. Of course my name is Draco. Of course, out of all of the places I could've been reborn in, it was the Harry Potter universe. Of course, out of all the people I could have been reborn as, I am Draco Lucius Malfoy. Or: The conceptual theory of rebirth is sketchy at best. At worst? It's the truth. - (Cross-posted on Ao3 under the name Hufflepuffle_Pocalypse)