She was one of the most talented cadets the regiment has ever seen. So it came quite a shock to them when they heard that she was planning to join the Military Police instead of the Survey corps.But Commander Erwin Smith isn't gonna let that happen. Little did they know, she was after something, someone. They were desperate to have her in their team for humanity's survival and they'll do anything to make that happen. Convincing her would be a challenge considering her traits are not that far from Humanity's strongest soldier, Levi Ackerman. The only thing they didn't know, is that this woman has a hidden agenda and some might say 'criminally insane' for a human. -- PS: •I do not own attack on titan. This is a Levi x OC and a little bit of Annie x OC. •The Pics are from pinterest. •Imma have to mix the original plot with my own. •⚠️ (WARNING: Violence). •Levi is aged down. There are long chapters so pace yourselves. And I Hope u all enjoy it. Book cover by sadlovernovels Highest ranks: #1 Attack on titan #1 Aot #1 Eren jaeger #1 Annie Leonhartd #1 Mikasa Ackerman #1 Levi Ackerman #17 Historia

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

[Yandere! Fathers x Mother! Reader] (Y/N) (L/N) is a songstress. Caught between the war of two powerful nations, her husband dies in battle as the emperor seizes power throughout the peninsula. Now widowed, she is a mother of a young baby girl who is now, unfortunately, fatherless. Planning to perform at a banquet held to celebrate the successful return of the emperor, (Y/N) accidentally befriends the emperor's young son. Unwillingly drawing the attention of the emperor, (Y/N) is suddenly given the proposal of caring for his son in exchange for the wealth and care for her daughter. However, during her work (Y/N) accidentally draws the attention of the emperor, the royal advisor, and the imperial general, creating a dangerous love affair of men willing to do anything for her.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

(18+) *Complete/Unedited* Nova Bara is a twenty-three year old mix breed. Between necromancy and vampirism, she belongs to no one but herself. At least, until someone shows up at her door asking for her help. (18+ for graphic sex, language, and violence) ***** Rankings: #1 Paranormal Romance - 03/21/2022 #1 Omega - 03/18/2022 #1 WerewolvesAndVampires - 01/05/2022 #1 Necromancer - 11/27/2021