In a fit of rage, Kronos curses Percy before he disappears. The curse, forever tied to Percy, will send him through time at random, and there is no way for him to stop it or is there? Find out in this exciting collaboration between CSP2708 and *Dylan_Walts*

She is a force cloaked in contradiction-a fiercely intelligent Indian CEO whose soft voice hides a will as unbreakable as the ancient roots of her heritage. Grace and grit blend in every calculated move she makes, but beneath her calm lies a tempest of secrets-wounds carved deep by loss and challenges, scars she guards fiercely. She commands boardrooms with quiet authority, yet no one truly knows the fire smoldering just beneath her surface-a fire that threatens to consume everything she's built. Driven by a fierce desire to protect her future and shape her destiny, when her world collides with his, nothing will ever be the same. He is an intoxicating storm-an Italian billionaire whose intense gaze pierces through the façades of everyone around him. Born into privilege but forged in pain, his obsession is a dangerous dance between power and destruction. His past is a labyrinth of shadows that no fortune can illuminate, and his hunger for control borders on madness. He moves through his empire with a magnetic intensity, leaving a trail of broken walls and guarded hearts. But with her, his desire is something more-a consuming fire that could either save or destroy them both. Beneath his commanding exterior lies a fractured man battling demons only she dares to face. He is a king in a gilded cage, and his obsession with her is the key to his freedom-or his downfall. He's the ruthless Italian mafia king. She's the fierce Indian businesswoman. Two worlds collide, one dangerous love unfolds. Can love heal the scars of power and pain?

Hated by her clan. Hunted by No-Landers. Desired by Kings. Leyla is a Warrior. Strong. Fast. Unwavering. Yet she looks nothing like a Warrior. Dark haired and green eyed, she stands out in a Kingdom full blonde-haired blue-eyed citizens who all tower over her. Despite their differences, her rank as an officer in the Warrior Army makes her untouchable to most. But things start getting complicated when Leyla attracts the attention of the idol of all, the shoe-in for the next Warrior King: Colonel Alec of the House of Steel. Jealous princesses and angry superiors are not the only problems on the horizon when a messenger appears from the powerful Land of Light with an offer for the Warrior King that will change Leyla's life... Highest Ranks: #1 in Badassgirl #1 in Warrior #1 in Powers #1 Strongfemalelead Book 1 in The Warrior Chronicles

I'd like to point out that this is not my story. This is a continuation of @Midnightlridescence story, 'Rise of Perseus (Perlia)'. The reason I'm making this is because I desperately want a sequel and so does a lot of other people. And the creator of said book hasn't touched it since 2017 while promising a sequel. JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS:- I have ADHD and dyslexia. Writer's block is a bitch. I will be using heavy cliffnotes to get the parts my brain refuses to write. I am planning on going back to previous chapters to fill in the cliffnotes. I hope you enjoy Griffin and Lilith's story to aid their Father and Mother into finally defeating the Olympians and their children.

Author: LessWrong Read this ad-free or download ebook versions at hpmor.com :D This fic is widely considered to have really hit its stride starting at around Chapter 5. If you still don't like it after Chapter 10, give up. This is not a strict single-point-of-departure fic - there exists a primary point of departure, at some point in the past, but also other alterations. The best term I've heard for this fic is "parallel universe". The text contains many clues: obvious clues, not-so-obvious clues, truly obscure hints which I was shocked to see some readers successfully decode, and massive evidence left out in plain sight. This is a rationalist story; its mysteries are solvable, and meant to be solved. The pacing of the story is that of serial fiction, i.e., that of a TV show running for a predetermined number of seasons, whose episodes are individually plotted but with an overall arc building to a final conclusion. All science mentioned is real science. But please keep in mind that, beyond the realm of science, the views of the characters may not be those of the author. Not everything the protagonist does is a lesson in wisdom, and advice offered by darker characters may be untrustworthy or dangerously double-edged.

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

When Cecilia wakes up in a wattpad fantasy novel she's dumbstruck. Knowing the future of her character she tries to be on the good side of King Jasper and escape from death. But things change. She's stuck in the book with a story that is changing. While trying to escape death will she end up surviving? Will the story really change or will she be stuck with something more painful? -Like a broken heart. A combination of surviving, loving and not giving up. Second book: Re-writing the destiny ☆◇☆◇☆ DO NOT REPOST MY BOOK. IF I FIND IT ANYWHERE I SWEAR YOU'LL BE IN TROUBLE, IT'S MY FREAKING BOOK AND IT'LL BE PUBLISHED WHERE I WANT IT. IF YOU POST IT ELSEWHERE IM TAKING DOWN ALL MY BOOKS. DEAR PRETTY READERS PLEASE REPORT MY STORIES IF YOU FIND THEM ELSEWHERE OTHER THAN ON WATTPAD. THANK YOU:) ☆◇☆◇☆ This book contains mature content. Recommend for 18+. Completed on: July 23, 2021

Frederick Vanderbilt, headmaster of the elite boarding school, Archon Academy, was found dead at age 63. Lorenzo Mancini Headlines filled the newspapers, reporting the latest high society news. It just happened to be the death of the one person I considered a dad to me. His death seemed normal to others, given his age, but I knew better; he was murdered. And I would find the culprit. Eleanora Callisto Growing up dirt-poor meant I was ecstatic about receiving a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the world. My life was finally changing for the better. Little did I know that I would become the prime suspect in a high society murder case.

It's my fiction of Mahabharata where I introduce you my girl twin of Abhimanyu. This story focuses on the girl and her friends. A funny, love, friendship and happy ending. I am a baby writer and please ignore my mistakes. This is a Mahabharata in my fantasy world.