Your life that you had to live was hell, quite literally. Neglect, both physical and mental abuse, starvation, and finally outcasted. The Hell that you lived was bad, but one day, was unusually... better. Not that you didn't like it, it was just that you weren't used to this. That day was almost perfect, for his last wish was to be granted. With that, alarms everywhere started to go off. You thought the day was the best of your life... ...until you opened you eyes to a completely new scene. A completely new family was happy to have you brought into this world. You thought life was going to be good, only for it to not last. Join Y/n as he is reborn into the Clover Kingdom of Black Clover, with adventures and a loud muscle head at every turn.

I don't own this animes or Gacha. they belong to original creators Ivan, the Son of Merlin who watches the world and was trained under many Servant Caster Class including Solomon. He was being summoned as a Heroic Spirit in the World of Danmachi he felt another catastrophe coming to that world... or rather he have used his Clairvoyance of seeing the Future. His journey will be far and wide... His journey will start at before the plot of Danmachi and it will start to the beginning. What kind of encounter he will have and his journey will be even more bizarre adventure....

I shoulda' guessed that this would happen I shoulda' known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes Spewin' all your red-hot lies Yeah, yeah, yeah What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself

fate lemon story all characters are 18 years old or older this like all my other books is a harem

Seeing as Black clover is returning I thought I'd reboot one of my oldest stories... with a few changes of course.

When a heartbroken boy named Y/N L/N transfers to a new school, he is met with a girl with pink hair becoming his friend the two bond but when an old friend of Y/N's come to the school it makes the linked haired girls crazy side come out. But he more bigger things to worry about, he discovers his diary can predict the future, and finds himself in a deadly survival game with eleven others, orchestrated by the god Deus Ex Machina, where the last survivor becomes his heir.

ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS OF SUPER EARTH, PAY ATTENTION FOR THIS EMERGENCY BROADCAST FOR IMPORTANT NEWS; We have gotten reports of a mysterious planet that just appear at the Iptus Sector which is near Supee Earth. We have deployed our fellow Helldivers to investigate the planet and see if it contains resources that can possibly provide aid in our Galactic War. However we have lost contact with a few Helldivers by a mysterious but believe to be a powerful threat they may threating our way of life and our freedom. That is why we request our citizens to sign up today as a Helldiver to provide aid to our fellow Helldivers to investigate this mysterious planet, uncover any viable resources and fight the evil for freedom and democracy. If you wish to become a hero and bring freedom, please sign up today and join the Helldivers!

Life has a twisted sense of humor, and Kishibe is about to become the punchline. For years, he's lived by a simple code: kill devils, train rookies who'll probably die anyway, and seduce women with practiced ease. Sure, Quanxi never fell for his charms, but who's counting? With a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Kishibe has perfected the art of drowning out the screams, the blood, and the endless parade of corpses that define a Devil Hunter's existence. In his rare moments of silence, though, a question haunts him: What if I'd chosen differently? Then fate answers. A phone call shatters an ordinary afternoon, not a telemarketer, not a wrong number, but a lawyer with impossible news. A woman from his past has died, leaving him something in her will. Kishibe expects nothing more than forgotten trinkets, maybe a dusty painting from a relative he can't recall. When he finds out what is, or more specifically who it is he's shocked to his core. A four-year-old boy clutches a cloud-patterned blanket to his chest, eyes wide and uncertain. The child has his mother's features, yes, but in the curve of his jaw, the set of his eyes, Kishibe sees the unmistakable shadow of himself staring back. Kenji. That's his name. The man who thought he'd die alone, another nameless hunter swallowed by the darkness, now holds the small hand of a son he never knew existed. This child, fragile, innocent, impossibly his, is about to unravel everything Kishibe thought he understood about life, death, and the razor's edge between them. But Kenji won't just change one cynical Devil Hunter's world. He'll change the worlds of many. The world watches. Waits. Wonders whether this boy will become its salvation, or its damnation. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.

"Science always delivers the cure... after all, I am a doctor."