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."

ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ, ʟᴀᴛᴇ 20ᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ. ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ.

Basically bro had to leave but didnt tell huntrix he told them his feelings for them they said they were just friends (Adrien Agreste Vibes x 3) bro leaves hen they realise how much they miss him

"𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉-𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇*𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔-𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂' 𝒔𝒆𝒆?" -(𝒀/𝑵) 𝒀𝒐𝒛𝒂, 20𝑿𝑿 (INDEFINITE HIATUS)