Uzumaki Naruto voltou no tempo após morrer de uma doença desconhecida aos 29 anos , agora ele era uma garota e precisava salvar novamente mundo Shinobi

Amália sempre acreditou que levava uma vida comum, até que aos vinte e dois anos, tornou-se mãe de gêmeos um acontecimento que transformou cada parte da sua rotina e da sua visão de mundo. No dia do nascimento dos seus filhos, quando tudo parecia dar errado, ela conheceu Lando Norris. Ele não tinha qualquer obrigação de ajudá-la, não fazia parte de sua vida nem de seus planos, mas ainda assim ele ajudou. A partir dali nasceu uma amizade inesperada, um laço tão profundo e natural que nenhum dos dois conseguiu explicar. Lando, por outro lado sempre viveu de forma independente, acostumado a tomar decisões pensando somente em si mesmo. Sua vida seguia uma linha reta, sem espaço para responsabilidades que fugissem de sua carreira ou de seus próprios interesses. Mas isso mudou ao se aproximar de Amália e dos bebês, ele percebeu que já não pensava apenas no próprio caminho, agora eram três pessoas ocupando seu coração e seus pensamentos. Sua rotina virou de cabeça para baixo. Ele ganhou uma melhor amiga pela qual, inevitavelmente, acabou se apaixonando e junto dela dois pequenos que passaram a iluminar seus dias. Entretanto, Amália sempre foi extremamente cuidadosa com a amizade entre eles. Ela valorizava tanto essa relação que tinha medo de perdê-la, mesmo que para isso precisasse esconder e sacrificar o amor que também sentia por ele.

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

"-ᴅᴇᴊᴀʀᴇ́ ᴀʟ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ ᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴏʀ ᴛɪ." "-ᴏʙʟɪɢᴀᴅᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴊᴀʀ ᴀ ʟᴀs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀs ϙᴜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀ ᴀᴛʀᴀ́s, ᴅᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ ʟᴜᴄʜᴀ ᴘᴏʀ sᴏʙʀᴇᴠɪᴠɪʀ ᴇɴ ᴇʟ ᴄᴏʟᴇɢɪᴏ ᴅᴇ ɢᴜᴇʀʀᴀ ᴅᴇ ʙᴀsɢɪᴀᴛʜ. ʟᴏs sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴏs ᴍᴀ́s ᴏsᴄᴜʀᴏs ɴᴏ ᴘᴜᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴇʀsᴇ ᴘᴏʀ ᴍᴀ́s ᴛɪᴇᴍᴘᴏ, ʟᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟɪᴏ́ɴ ϙᴜᴇ ɴᴀᴠᴀʀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇʏᴏ́ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀʀ sᴏʟᴏ ᴇʀᴀ ᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴇɴᴢᴏ. ɴᴀᴠᴀʀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇʏᴏ́ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟᴀʀ ᴀ ʟᴏs ᴍᴀʀᴄᴀᴅᴏs, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟᴀʀ ʟᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴅᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ, sɪɴ sᴀʙᴇʀ ϙᴜᴇ́ ʜᴀʀɪ́ᴀ ᴘᴀɢᴀʀ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴀϙᴜᴇʟ ϙᴜᴇ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴏ́ ᴀ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴀʀ ʟᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀʙᴀ. ϙᴜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴀʀɪ́ᴀ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ ʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅᴀʀᴀ ʟᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴅɪᴏ́. ʟᴀsᴛɪᴍᴀʀɪ́ᴀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴍɪsᴍᴀ ғᴏʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ ʟᴏ ʜɪᴄɪᴇʀᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ ᴇʟʟᴀ. ᴇᴍᴘᴇᴢᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴘᴏʀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛ sᴏʀʀᴇɴɢᴀɪʟ. ¿ᴘᴇʀᴏ ϙᴜᴇ́ sᴜᴄᴇᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴇʟ ᴀᴍᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴄʀᴇʏᴏ́ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀʀᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғɪᴇʀᴇ ᴇɴ sᴜs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇs?" [inicio: 22 de enero del 2026] [fin: Xaden Riorson x oc female

Una guerra olvidada. Un reino perdido. Una historia borrada. Milena Riorson, Prima menor de Xaden Riorson y Bodhi Durran, Tercera en sucesión al trono de Tyrrendor. Obligada por el Rey Tauri de Navarre, a unirse al Cuadrante de Jinetes en el famoso Colegio de Guerra Basgiath, igual que el resto de los Marcados tras la ejecución de sus padres por desatar una rebelión, siendo así nombrados como traidores. Nunca pensó que aquello que considera una maldición y vive dentro de ella, haría que su vida tuviera un cambio radical en su vida. La acecharán y tratarán de arrebatarle su vida, felicidad y a los que ama. Pero ella no se quedará de brazos cruzados. No llorará sin levantarse. No olvidará. Porque ella arderá más fuerte que nunca. Y vengará cada herida, cada traición, cada sombra que intentó apagar su luz. La Llama Eterna nunca olvida... Basada en la Saga de Rebecca Yarros - Fourth Wing - Iron Flame - Ónix Storm | Liam Mairi X Famele OC | | Corazón de Fuego |

Aethric Sorrengail, a boy who has never known a home. Why do the Sorrengail generals ignore him? Why is he supposed to be Violet's twin brother when he doesn't look anything like her? This year, he's starting at Basiaght College, but unlike Violet, he always knew he would end up in the Riders' Quadrant. In this quadrant, the Sorrengail have many enemies. But when Aethric began to get close to some of the rebels' children, particularly Garrick Tavis, his father and the rest of the government did not seem to appreciate it. "𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦. 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑" The world of fourth wing is not mine, he belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only Aethric belongs to me.

[WRITING CURRENTLY PAUSED] If you learn too much information, even your father will want to get rid of you. It is said that the Rider quadrant is the worst and deadliest. Well, Evie goes there with five years of training for the Healer quadrant and a determination to defy her father's expectations and survive. She will be independent and uncontrollable. Her determination naturally catches the attention of Wingleader, who dislikes surprises and people whose next moves he can't predict. Evie has already decided which side of the war she will be on, she does not yet have all the information and it is only a matter of time before she accidentally learns more things that can greatly affect her decision. ... I announce in advance that not everything is according to the truth. There are several characters in the story that I made up and I claim the rights to them. Otherwise, all characters belong to Rebecca Yarros. NOTICE - vulgarisms - violence - also death I am sorry, English is not my first language, so expect some mistakes, maybe typos.

Amelia Tauri, the only daughter of King Tauri, has never desired the weight of the crown. Known for her icy beauty and ruthless demeanor, she is every bit as cold as her father. When her older brother died, she didn't shed a tear; when watching the rebels execution, she stood head high and smiled. Beneath her composed exterior, Amelia is sharp, intelligent, and deeply aware of the secrets her father keeps from her. She knows there are more rebels hidden in the shadows, and she is determined to uncover the truth and fight for her people. Since she was little people underestimate her, now was her chance to prove them wrong. Falling in love with Garrick Tavis? That was never part of the plan. And neither was dying. Spoilers of all three books! #Sassy female main character #Garrick Tavis x Tauri Oc

Valerie Rosière-reclusive couture prodigy and creator of the famed Twenty-Eight Dresses-is dragged into the spotlight when McLaren recruits her for an exclusive collaboration. Suddenly surrounded by cameras, chaos, and the fast world of Formula One, she crosses paths with Oscar Piastri: calm, sharp, quietly magnetic. As the partnership grows, so does their connection-soft, slow, and entirely unexpected. In a world built on speed, Valerie must learn what it means to take a risk on something she can't design or control.