[THIS FANFIC IS CURRENTLY BEING REMADE] The Author is in currently posting new chapters of this fic's remake. The remake has the same concept, but the Phantom troupe is far more in character, the humor is less outdated, and the writing is much better. It's heavily recommended that you disregard this fic, and read the remake instead. But it's ultimately your decision. ---------------------------- You get added to the Phantom Troupes group chat, People want to adopt you, Hisoka is being Hisoka, And Shalnark and you form the suicidal squad! Or, in other words: Y/n causes chaos This slowly turns into more of an actual fanfic and less of a textfic- there's still texting parts though! So join Y/n as they- Build a harem Start a cult Illegally adopt children Get kidnapped And most importantly- Get Gon and Killua together! Nobody has wrote any of these so I decided to make my own. Story is suited for both males and females. (I will use They/them pronouns, feel free to imagine them as your pronouns!) Story contains: • Cussing • Mentions of suicide • Small mention of SH • Violence • Hisoka • Mentions of sexual activity • Probably more If you are uncomfortable with any of this please do not read. I don't own HunterxHunter, story will not completely follow the original story line. (Also this is my first book, so it sucks. You have been warned)

Your phone buzzed and lit up, a new notification for a groupchat flashing onto the screen. Considering you hardly knew 12 people, you were certainly added by mistake. Of course, just texting them "Wrong number, sorry" would be far too boring. And what harm could a little texting do? -or- Y/n gets added to the Phantom Troupe's groupchat. Entirely unaware how much one wrong number (or thirteen) could change their life. ----- This is a remake of my very first, and most popular Fanfiction on this app! While it will still be the basics (Y/n and the Troupe's groupchat) I REFUSE to ever even glance at the garbage that is Wrong Number (HxH). So it will not even remotely follow the plot the first fic did. (You do not have to read the original first to read this one) ----- This is a xGender-Neutral Reader fanfic. So Y/n (The reader) will only be referred to as They/Them. Feel free to imagine these as your pronouns ----- ⚠️Trigger warnings⚠️ •Hisoka •The original Wrong Number (HxH) slander •People named Hisoka •Cursing •Clown •Author SERIOUSLY hates that Wrong Number (HxH) is their most popular fic. •Magicians •Y/n will be given a personality that may not perfectly align with yours. I refuse to write a bland terrible character. •Hisoka slander •Crackfic taken seriously? •The character from HxH who'd be most likely to pull a rabbit out of a hat •Serious fic taken like crack? •Hisoka's so annoying, and no amount of non canon fanfic can change that •No update schedule

❝ How did I let them drag me here? ❝ I muttered under my breath, not realizing I'd said it out loud. ❝ It just happens, ❝ Saiki said flatly, not even looking up from his food.

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

"You think I have a thing for...licking?" He surmised, amused. Then, thinking better of it, he threaded his fingers through her hair. "I have a couple of fetishes." His voice dropped, heavy with danger. Mia felt a shiver run up her spine, the calm before a storm. "Licking is one of them. I'm sure you can guess my second." The grip in her hair tightened, showing exactly what he meant. "As for my third..." With her gaze forced to the ceiling, Mia could not see, but felt as sharp teeth grazed the curve of her neck. His cold breath made her blood turn ice. "My third is eating little girls who don't stay in their place." __ After being burned by her ex, Mia returns home, only to fall into the dangerous blaze of Samuel Pierce, alpha of the Dark Falls pack. Since high school they've clashed heads, and Mia still delights in testing his patience. But some boundaries were never meant to be crossed, and Mia's about to find out that Samuel's hatred for her hides something far more powerful. ***THIS BOOK HAS NOT BEEN EDITED*** [Originally written 2019]

When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 **WARNING: I WROTE THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ONLY REVISED FOR READABILITY.** [Originally written 2008]

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into a friendship neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks for him, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, he's just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books, tying her shoes, and driving her all around. What they don't know, is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly notices the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ***UNDERGOING STRUCTURAL EDITS*** ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 #2 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

He owns the city. She scrubs his floors. Eira Vale just wants to clean her twenty rooms, buy rice on sale, and get home without being noticed. But when she accidentally walks into the wrong suite-and sees the country's most dangerous billionaire half-asleep with a gun under his pillow-her quiet life takes a sharp, expensive turn. Now Caden Veltran, the ruthless, gorgeous, untouchable king of crime, insists she's the only one allowed to clean his penthouse. He says it's "for convenience." But he watches her like she's his personal obsession. And when she folds laundry, he sleeps comfortably for the first time in years. She just wants to keep her job. He wants to make her his reason to breathe. Too bad she's completely oblivious. - "Rumor has it you're causing quite a stir downstairs." She blinked. "About the laundry?" He snorted, shaking his head. "About me. About you. Us." She frowned slightly, polite confusion evident. "There is no us. I am staff." He bit back a laugh so hard it hurt. "Thank you for clarifying." She nodded. "You're welcome."

She was just following orders. [Disclaimer] I do not own Star Wars, or any of its characters. This is merely fanfiction. Star Wars and Kylo Ren are (c) Disney and Lucasfilm. Takes place after the events of TFA.

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