"Why do you kill innocent people ?" "Innocent!you call hydra and red room agents INNOCENT?" Y/n is a hydra experimentation,she got out of their base alone with no help and works everyday of her life to take back the childhood that she never got and to stop anyone from doing it to anyone else.well she did until the avengers decided to kidnap her. Y/n's powers are:flying,mind reading,illusions,mirroring combat,healing(she can't really die) If you want to check out the playlist my Spotify is 🌀✨potato✨🌀

In an alternate universe where Iruma is half demon, half human. His terrible "parents" aren't his true family, and neither of his true human or demon parents are known to him. Surviving in the human realm as a creature that shouldn't exist, Iruma struggles against the pain and anguish of his life day after day. But when his darkest hour approaches, a familiar presence comes to his aid. He will struggle to adapt to the Netherworld and its demonic nature, as well as survive the internal struggle within himself. Can he move on from the pain of his past and look towards a brighter future, or will he slip into the depths of despair the likes of which none have faced before? (Or: Iruma is Opera's biological son, and he is rescued from the human realm by Demon Border Control and brought to the Netherworld. He has trouble fitting in with his fellow demons at first, but slowly things look like they're getting better. Stress over keeping his hybrid nature a secret begins to build, and he struggles to control his bloodline magic without letting it control him.)

A killer on the lose! What would you do if there is a human more terrifying than any demon in the demon world. He has encountered soo much in his life that this little assassin was more dangerous than anyone else. Soo many ways to kill and soo many ways to survive! How will Iruma deal with the situation if he suddenly finds himself in the hands of a demon and not only that but what if this little human even stumbled accidently into the demon world on his own getting caught killing and even demolishing a powerful demon on his onw?!!!!!!! Well just follow Iruma and see for himself as he gives the word cruelty and demonic a brand new meaning! A/N: This is a Iruma fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own iruma, rights to the owner.

A monster. Cursed by the gods and feared by all. Medusa, the famed gorgon which turned those to stone with one look, had lost all hope in her life when she stumbled across that crying baby. She was ready to put the abandoned child out of its misery, but she wasn't ready to get attached. He was cursed too, and she couldn't help but see herself within him. And it was with that she decided to become his mother. Growing up with his mother in a shack in the forest, Nikolas was content with their life; until suddenly everything is thrown out of order when he loses his mother. But he refuses to let go so easily. He'll go anywhere to save his mother; even into the depths of Tartarus itself. This is the legend of Nikolas, the Son of Snakes. Volume 1 - The Son Of Snakes [In Progress] #1 greekmythology - 12/23/2022 #1 greece - 1/12/2023 #1 medusa - 3/27/2023 #1 original - 4/22/2023 #1 mythology - 5/18/2023 #1 fighting - 7/25/2023 #1 legend - 9/12/2023 #1 sliceoflife - 9/15/2023 (A Greek Mythology Harem Story) ***Notice. This story is inspired by Greece Mythology, but due to how much of a mess it can be and creative liberties not everything will be accurate***

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

This book started out as a means to my own desires. I wanted to have a x-male-reader book with CORRECTLY SPELT WORDS AND STORIES THAT MADE SENSE, so I made my own. I also aspired to be like one of my fav writers on here who finished their series of books a while back. But over time I've realized how much people have come to like my book and so now I write for all my precious readers and take pleasure in writing these stories for them. Once I get to 40 chapters I want to start a new book. Like a sequel.

Jujutsu kaisen fanfiction - (Gojo Satoru) Blurb: "Tsuchinoko Lunaria woke up with no memory of the last 23 years of her life. But something inside her remembers-something dark, ancient, and powerful. A voice whispers in her head, commanding her to destroy everything. But when she resists, she faces the wrath of the entity lurking inside her. Satoru Gojo never expected his past to come crashing back in the form of a girl with emerald eyes and a tragic fate. But as the balance of power shifts and Sukuna rises to claim his throne, only one thing stands in the way of complete destruction-the strongest sorcerer in history and the girl who might hold the key to everything. A battle of fate, curses, and forgotten love begins... Will they defy destiny, or will the world fall to ruin?" ............. Quotes: "If there's one thing I regret, it's that I met you in a world like this." Satoru Gojo "Pretty men and their pretty lies!" Tsuchinoko Lunaria ............ Original work by GEGE AKUTAMI. I do not own these characters, the privilege goes only to its original manga creator Gege.

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅❞ "Maybe I wanted him to touch me." Satoru didn't think, holding her wrist with one hand and pitting her arm over her head and against the wall while his other palm pushed against her collarbone. "Say that again." He dared, baring his teeth while his fingers dug on her skin, not caring whether he left a mark or not. Mikazuki stood there, unmoving, completely at the mercy of the man she spent half a lifetime craving. She wanted to feel nothing, to be as cold as ice under his touch, but it was extremely hard to turn into a freezing ice cube when Satoru ignited flames under her skin. "Say. That. Again." - Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive. Kinzoku Mikazuki was the spare. Two incredibly powerful sorcerers discovering what the real meaning of 'equal' is while dismantling the world of jujutsu, one sorcerer at a time. - ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ: ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ & ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 - ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴠ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒊 ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴄʟᴀɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴋʏᴏᴛᴏ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ? ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ. ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ. ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛʟɪɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ⚠️ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ (ɴꜱꜰᴡ) ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇx ᴄʜɪʟᴅʙɪʀᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: 2# ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 1# ɢᴏᴊᴏꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 2# ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ 1# ɢᴏᴊᴏꜱᴍᴜᴛ 5# ɢᴏᴊᴏxʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 2# ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ 1# ʟᴏᴠᴇꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ