This is one piece fanfic so the all characters belong to the creator, also the story is just my imagination, treat it as one Also English is not my first language, mistakes would be made, Is life or death, after her first life as a villain she is reborn to one piece world " what is life actually is , am I human or something else " ishara " your so cool and powerful join my crew" monkey D luffy " a sword precious to a swordsman, your sword is so precious to you huh" zoro " money is great isn't" nami " are you even a human my lord" unknown Warning: non of images belong to be me that all belong to it's artist Edit: book 2 coming soon

In the final moment before her destruction, Wanda Maximoff " the Scarlet Witch " is pulled into a void beyond time or form. Lost in the abyss of her guilt, a mysterious light touches her... and brings her back. Not to her world, but to another. One where magic is different. Where redemption might take shape: the world of Harry Potter. When a luminous figure " a doe " shows her the memories of a boy abandoned and mistreated by his relatives, Wanda understands her new purpose: to protect Lily Potter's son. Though she doesn't know why she was chosen, she accepts the deal. In exchange for a chance at redemption, she will care for little Harry. But Wanda is no ordinary witch. And this world is not ready for her. From the very first moment on Privet Drive, the Dursleys will feel that something has changed. With power, resolve, and growing compassion, Wanda will face a new destiny. Because this time... no one will touch the boy without facing her. After all, who better to protect the Boy Who Lived... than the Scarlet Witch herself? Author's Disclaimer: This story is loosely inspired by the initial premise of Strange Potter, a work I greatly admire and that served as a creative spark for developing this project. Although the plot, character development, and events are entirely original and distinct, I believe it's only fair to acknowledge that initial influence. Likewise, this is a non-profit fanfic that blends elements from the Marvel and Harry Potter universes, whose rights belong to their respective creators and owners (Marvel/Disney and J.K. Rowling). This work is made with respect and with the intention of paying tribute to these worlds that so many of us have enjoyed.

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

They say some melodies never die - they simply echo across time, waiting to be heard again. Once, there was a girl born beneath gold and silk, and a boy with calloused fingers and songs full of longing. What bloomed between them was forbidden... and unfinished. Now, centuries later, the world bows to beauty and blood. She stands at the center of it all - adored by millions, feared, untouchable. and yet she doesn't remember the boy she once would die for. But Jinu does. Once poor. Now cursed. A demon draped in shadows, he leads a path just to escape the memories of guilt of hurting her and the ones he loved. Knowing deep down that he'd burn kingdoms to find the girl who once chose him over a crown. Past-life lovers. Present-day enemies. She fights to protect humanity. He fights to awaken her heart. And somewhere between vengeance and fate, love remembers. He watches from the dark, his name buried, his heart still burning. Neither remembers everything. One remembers too much. When love is torn across lifetimes, does fate offer reunion... or revenge? ○°•{《《《♡》》》}•°○ A Jinu x reader Enjoy♡

Voltron: Legendary Defenders Fanfic, Keith x OC Kanna Sendai was a half human, half Endari bounty hunter who found the white lion while on a job. After joining the paladins, she finds herself developing feelings for the team's loner: Keith. However, as she becomes closer to her team mates and the paladins of voltron become stronger, her previous life catches up to her and she find herself scrambling to fix the mistakes from her past. I DO NOT OWN VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO DREAMWORKS. I only own the characters I created for the story and the drawings. All the drawings belong to me, please do not repost.

"Having patterns doesn't make you a demon." "Oh really? Well, last time I checked, paterrns are literally what makes us demons, Rumi! And you can't fix it!" "I-I know but.... what if we try? Together?" "..." "Please.... sis." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a KPDH x OC story, in which Rumi has an older sister, who is also a half demon. But trust me, this story is way diffrent than the others. Wanna know what makes it so special? Well.... read and find out!

𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉, 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓! I don't own the ever after high characters, I own only, my ocs, and y/n's character

Nico had two goals when he moved to Gotham #1- help new demigods get to Camp #2- don't meet the Waynes He didn't have anything against the family, how could he when he was only told about them the day before he moved, but he had heard about the serial adoption of black haired kids. He already had a strained relationship with his father, he didn't need a second one. -------- As Nico sat in the park with the random boys he befriended, he finally felt normal. They didn't know who his father was; hell, they thought his father was dead. He was quite literally the most free he had been since Italy and even then, it was under Mussolini at the time so that was a bit of a stretch. The calm seemed universal throughout the group until Tim's phone rang. "Oh shit, it's Bruce." Immediately all of them were on alert scanning the surrounding area while Tim talked on the phone, panic in his eyes. "He was on the other side of the park for a walk between meetings and saw a picture of us walking in the park online," Tim said as soon as he hung up. "Wait wait wait" Nico said as Jason looked like he was preparing to literally throw him into the tree. "Bruce as in Bruce Wayne? You're the Wayne's?! And why are you acting like he's gonna shoot me on sight?" "He's gonna shoot adoption papers at you." Damian mumbled, once again begrudgingly reviving a high five from Tim and Dick. Jason just rolled his eyes as he made his hands a step for Nico to get in the tree. "Yes we're the Wayne's. How do you know of us, but not have a clue what we look like?" Nico climbed onto the lowest branch that was a good six feet off the ground. "I was technically homeless until a few months ago and just got a phone last month, sue me for never seeing a picture," he said in a whisper yell before continuing to scale the tree. -------- Daily updates at 12:15am EST

A Downton Abbey fanfic In the winter of 1898, a mysterious bundle is left on the steps of Downton Abbey-an infant girl of Chinese heritage, swaddled in silk and with no clue to her origins beyond a jade pendant tucked into her blanket. Moved by compassion, Lord and Lady Grantham adopt the child and name her Antea Li Crawley, raising her alongside their own daughters as the youngest Crawley girl. Despite whispers in the village and the rigid expectations of Edwardian society, Antea grows into a poised and brilliant young woman, deeply loyal to her family and determined to find her place in a world that never quite knows what to make of her. By 1917, as the First World War casts its long shadow across England, Downton Abbey has been converted into a convalescent home. Now nineteen, Antea trains as a nurse under her strong-willed sister Sybil, tending to wounded soldiers with grace and tenacity. Amid the chaos of war, she finds an unlikely ally in Thomas Barrow, the wounded footman turned medical orderly, who has returned to Downton after taking a bullet to the back of his hand on the front lines. Antea and Thomas-both outsiders in their own ways-strike up a tentative friendship, bound by long shifts, whispered confessions, and shared cigarettes in the cold night air. As months become years, their bond deepens. In a house built on tradition and appearances, Antea's quiet defiance and Thomas's guarded vulnerability slowly open something neither expected: the possibility of love. But with social expectations, personal demons, and secrets that refuse to stay buried, both Antea and Thomas must face whether their connection can truly survive in a world that may never accept them-let alone allow them to be together.