At 28, she was an ordinary fashion company employee who had just returned home from work when a strange quiz notification appeared on her phone. Curious, she answered every question before falling asleep. The next morning, she woke up in the body of a fourteen-year-old girl. Confused, she found a mysterious letter beside her bed. The letter informed her that she was now in the world of Twilight and she was now Bella Swan's elder sister. She stared at the letter in disbelief. She knew exactly what world she had entered. Forks. Vampires. Werewolves. The Cullens. And now, she had a second life to live.

After dying at the Gods Eye, Aemond wakes in his ten-and-two nameday body on Driftmark, on the very night he once claimed Vhagar. But this time, he will not follow the same path. Though the world sees a boy, Aemond is still the man of twenty namedays who died in battle, and he intends to change his life.

Fox and Hunter ​"The Iron Throne is a curse. It demands blood, and it is hungry. But I refuse to bleed for it." She died in the modern world and woke up as Princess Aerea Targaryen-a quiet, background royal who just wanted to build a soap empire, hoard gold, and escape the continent before the Targaryen civil war blew up. He died in a brutal future and regressed back to his youth as Prince Aerion Targaryen-a bloodthirsty dragon supremacist obsessed with rewriting history and securing the throne by any means necessary. Her plan was simple: keep her head down, hide her modern soul, and secretly ride her wild ghost dragon. His plan was absolute: eliminate any threat to his house. He remembers the future. She knows the story. And as the silver fox tries to run, the time-traveling predator is beginning to realize... his quiet little niece was never in the History. DARK / MORALLY GREY | TRANSMIGRATION x REGRESSION | KINGDOM BUILDING

Aelora Targaryen was never meant to rule. Born the eldest daughter of Alicent Hightower and the twin sister of Aegon Targaryen, she was expected to smile, obey, and remain in the shadows while men fought for crowns. She chose a different path. Behind every gentle smile hides a woman whose ambition burns brighter than dragonfire. And standing at her side is Ormund Hightower, a man willing to give her everything-even a kingdom. Love is dangerous. Power is intoxicating. Together, they may reshape the fate of House Targaryen. Ormund Hightower x OC Best Overall Ranking #1 House of the Dragon 🥇

ver. English Fanfic of The Sultan

The heavy wooden doors closed behind Elif, sealing her fate. She stood in the center of the room, dressed in a heavy silk gown embroidered with rubies: gifts from the Sultan she had never met. She had listened to the stories, of course. Everyone in Istanbul knew of Murad IV. The Tyrant. The executioner. The man who banned coffee and wine while drowning in his own darkness. She straightened her spine. She was the daughter of Kemankeş Pasha, a statesman, and she would not cower. "So," Murad said, his voice deep and rough, echoing in the silence. "You are the daughter of my Vizier." He took a step closer, circling her slowly like a predator assessing prey that didn't run. "They tell me you are obedient," he murmured, standing behind her, his breath ghosting over her ear. ''Do you know why you are here, Elif?'' He moved to face her, looking down at her, waiting for the usual reaction: the trembling, the immediate drop of the eyes, the blushing admiration. He expected her to fall at his feet. Elif looked up at him. Her face was a mask of calm. She didn't tremble. She didn't blush. She held his gaze with a quiet, unnerving steadiness. "I am here because my father serves the Empire, Your Majesty," Elif said, her voice clear and composed, lacking any warmth. "And because the Padishah commanded it." Murad's eyes narrowed slightly. There was no adoration in her tone. Just... duty. "Is that so?" He took a sip of his drink, studying her over the rim of the glass. "And do you have no desires of your own, Elif Hatun? Or are you simply a doll your father dressed up to please me?"

In the quiet land of Mahishmati, Princess Jaya lives a simple life, loved by her people and untouched by the desires of power or beauty. Her heart, however, belongs somewhere it never should - to Krishna. Not in hope. Not in expectation. Only in silent devotion. As her swayamvara approaches, Jaya prepares to choose a husband among strangers, forcing herself toward a life she understands... away from feelings she refuses to name. But something within her begins to change. A dream. A voice. A presence that feels too real to ignore. She never wished for him. She never imagined him. And yet... her world no longer feels her own. 💓My Dear Lord 💓 A story of devotion, fear, and a love that crosses a line it was never meant to.

𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 🪷 "𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 : 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘄, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲." In the age of Sati Yug, there lived an Asura princess whose heart was captivated by the unmatched power and glory of Lord Vishnu. Believing it to be love, she desired to make him her husband. To win him, she performed severe penance and sacrificed comfort, yet Vishnu never accepted her. Heartbroken, the princess refused to let go of her dream. Seeing her stubborn devotion, the royal sages advised her to worship Lord Shiva, the one even Vishnu revered. Pleased by her tapasya, Mahadev appeared before her. But he spoke the truth-Vishnu would never accept her until she abandoned the darkness within her heart: pride, greed, desire, and selfish longing. But the princess would not surrender. She began an impossible vow-to chant one hundred billion mantras while standing upon a tree. She gave away her youth, beauty, and entire life to devotion. Even Mahadev was moved by her determination and decided that when her final chant was complete, her wish would be granted. Yet fate had other plans. When only one final name remained, old age claimed her life. She was reborn in Kaliyug, unaware of her past and disconnected from faith. But destiny drew her back to a Shiva temple. There, in a tragic accident, she took her final breath before the idol of Mahadev. From her lips escaped one forgotten word-Shiv. This time, Lord Shiva fulfilled his promise. She was reborn in Dwapar Yug as the daughter of Prince Shakuni of Gandhara. Bound by an ancient vow, Vishnu was now destined to marry her. But the question remains... Will Vishnu truly accept her? Will he marry her only as a duty? Or will a marriage born from vows and fate blossom into real love?

krishan x Mishti ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ⚔️ ​"in kalyug, mishti was a victim of her father's cruelty. He was a priest to the world, but a devil at home. in the end, he murdered her. with her last breath mishti had only one wish: 'To have a father who truly loves me.'" ​Fate grants her wish, but with a cruel twist. Mishti is reborn as the daughter of Jarasandh, the most feared tyrant of the Dwapar Yug. ​To the world, Jarasandh is a monster, the sworn enemy of Lord Krishna. But to Mishti, he is the shield she never had-a father who would burn the world to see her smile. The 𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 When war looms and Jarasandh's life hangs by a thread, Destiny plays its ultimate card. To save her father from certain death, Mishti is forced into a sacrificial marriage with his greatest enemy-Shri Krishna himself. ​The 𝘝𝘰𝘸 On their wedding night, trapped in a union she never wanted, Mishti looks into the calm, depthless eyes of the Lord of Dwaraka and declares with bitter tears: ​"𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙬, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮!" 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴: ​"𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨..." (𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙖 𝙅𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙜𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙠𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙞....)

This is my first story so please support ... ... Aradhya - A girl from the modern world (Kaliyug) who deeply admires the heroes of the Mahabharata. Through destiny or divine will, she suddenly travels back in time and witnesses the great events of the epic. let's see how she survived there (Karn fanfic)