Mew and Tomo travel to the Hoenn Region so to compete in the Hoenn League, and now Mew is planning on competing in Pokemon Contests as well like her mother. Return with Mew and Tomo are Brock, Jen, and Molly. and they'll be traveling with new friends, A new trainer named May and her little brother, Max. They'll have new adventures in a new region.

Part 2: https://www.wattpad.com/story/402575859-multiversal-wanderer-starting-in-naruto-part-2 One day, countless natural wormholes tore open across the Blue Star Continent, revealing gateways to countless worlds. With this discovery, humanity was thrust into an era of interdimensional conquest, waging war across realms to seize power and resources. Su Xiuyu, a seemingly ordinary high school student from No. 1 Middle School, lived a mundane life-until his third year, when everything changed. Awakening the mysterious Reincarnation System, he regained memories of a past life and the truth of his existence. He wasn't just another student-he was a traveler, a reincarnator destined to walk the path between worlds. His journey began in the brutal Warring States Period of the Naruto world, where blood and war shaped legends. But that was only the beginning. With each reincarnation, he would step into new universes, face gods and monsters, and carve his name across the multiverse. From the shadows of history to the frontlines of cosmic battlefields, Su Xiuyu would rise, one world at a time. _________________ Pinterest Cover Art ------------------------ I'm not the author of this fanfic i'm olny translating this 从火影开始的万界轮回 Author: 洛阳有雨

The unresolved pain, trauma, anxiety, panic attacks, and trust issues that Andee experienced. Her childhood memories is one of the reason kung bakit mas pinili niyang hindi maniwala sa pagibig. Ngunit ang pagibig mismo ang lumapit sa kanya at ang kanyang madilim na mundo ay napalitan ng isang makulay na liwanag dahil sa lalaking una niyang minahal. Kier Laurenz Ibañez - her first love, first boyfriend, greatest love - to greatest pain. Tila ba nagising sa isang bangungot si Andee at namalayan na lang ng kanyang sarili na pinahamak siya ng pagibig. Nabuhay siya sa sama ng loob, paghihirap, lungkot at sakit ngunit sa kabilang banda ay natuklasan niya pa rin na hindi pa rin kaya ng kanyang puso na ipagkanulo ang lalaking minahal niya ng higit pa sa kanyang sarili. "I never wanted to be your lovers in the first place pero ikaw mismo ang unang nagbigay ng motibo para magkaroon ako ng dahilan para mahalin ka, at ang ending, iiwan mo rin pala ako."

🔞🔞🔞🔞 ✨️"She was chaos wrapped in innocence... and he was a storm that never settled. Together, they were destiny."✨️✨️✨️ He was the man who ruled empires with his ruthless mind. She was the girl who dreamed with her innocent heart. Rudra Singh Rathore - tall, muscular, too handsome to be real. A man whose voice alone could make people shiver. CEO of Picola Pvt Ltd. Betrayed once, he believes- "Pyaar naam ki cheez sirf books mein hoti hai... asli duniya mein sab paisa dekhte hain." And then, there's Adhira Singh - 20, short, clumsy, bubbly. A girl who could talk for hours, sing for days, and dream forever. She always believed- "One day, mera Rajkumar aayega... jo mujhe hamesha pyaar karega, hamesha sambhalega." When destiny ties them together through family bonds and promises... He thinks she's "just another gold digger". She thinks he's "the most arrogant, khadoos insaan on earth." But between his hate and her innocence... something begins to burn. 🔥 A story of two opposite worlds colliding. 🔥 Of wounds that heal with love. 🔥 Of a ruthless man who never believed in love... until he met the girl who sang her way into his heart. 🔥 Rudra × Adhira 💍 strangers → Lovers → Soulmates 🌹 Drama | Angst | Spice | Romance ✨ Follow for updates & teasers ⚠️All the pictures used in this story are taken from Pinterest. I do not own any of them. ⚠️⚠️This story may contain mature scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

"N-No... don't stop. Don't fucking stop." I replied and hugged him tightly, my voice thick with desperation and longing for him but I don't fucking care now. "I want this and I want you....Now." "I-I....I can't do this to you but. It would be...just fucking from my side Alysia." He replied softly while his one hand went on my hair, brushing my locks away from my face and the other around my waist, caressing it softly over the fabric. I know it would be just fucking from his side. I know he will never like me like I do. I know he will never want me like I do. I know he will never care for me like I do. I know everything, Smith. But still, the forbidden craving to get touched by him, to get touched by my... husband, overpowered my ability to make the correct decision and I gave up. I fucking gave up myself to him. *** Under Confident and disappointed Alysia Marie Johnson. Cold and Insecure Smith James Parker. They are two lost pieces of the same puzzle looking for peace. Read to find out what happens when they meet each other after 4 years. . . . . .

She was a historian chasing ghosts. He was a soldier still haunted by them. [Steve Rogers || OFC] ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "So..." Tony dragged out the word, "Are you gonna text your historian or do I have to do it for you?" Steve didn't look up. "What are you talking about?" Tony scoffed. "Please. You've been seeing Professor Archaeology, what's-her-name. Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you." "She's a historian, not an archaeologist." "Oooh, my bad. I keep getting your museum dates confused." Steve sighed, shaking his head. "You done?" "Not even close. I'm just saying, you might wanna give her a heads-up that you survived. Women like that kind of thing. You know, basic human decency, not making her wonder if you got turned into a human popsicle again." [MOSTLY CANON. incl. Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Avengers: Age of Ultron; Captain America: Civil War, Avengers: Infinity War; Avengers: Endgame; Falcon and the Winter Solider] #1 SteveRogers 04.10.2025

In-ho never expected to survive the Games. He expected to die like the rest-reduced to nothing more than a number in a cruel experiment, his body discarded, his name erased. Instead, he emerged as the winner of the 2015 Squid Game, drowning in blood-stained riches that felt more like a curse than a prize. Then the offer came. A way to disappear. A way to belong to something again. The masked man who found him didn't need to say much. In-ho already knew there was no true freedom after winning. Whether it was the weight of the debt that had led him there, or the blood now permanently staining his hands, he understood: once you entered the Game, you never truly left. So he put the mask on. Life as a guard was easier than life as a winner. No choices, no regrets. Just orders, obedience, and the quiet relief of anonymity. No one knew who he was beneath the mask, and that was the closest thing to peace he could hope for. Until a name from another life walked through the gates. // wanted to write something for them,, pre 'friend or foe', cant promise I wont make them make out once or twice oops

Investigative journalists, best friends, Naina, Ruhana, Samrat need to put everything at stake to finish project Zohra. They only heard the murkier tales of mafia before, now they would be a part of one.The plan is to stick together, fight against all odds, but fate always strikes swift. Asher, a mysterious IT tycoon who knows all of their secrets tears them apart. Before she can stop, Naina is caught in the tangled web he has set up solely for her. Living a mafia life isn't easy. In the dark underworld, there are secrets to be unearthed, feelings to be discovered and romance to be chanced upon. And Asher Neves is one heck of a frustrating man. She isn't supposed to be here, falling for this devil. Naina would kill him for making her feel this way. Asher has a heart that's undeniably made of gold underneath the black mask he hides it behind. Where are her best friends? After Ruhana puts some much needed sense into Samrat who's gone berserk post Naina's disappearance, work begins anew. After all missions come first, then come best friends. When danger looms just above the horizon, when loyalties are put to a test, it's time for Samrat to realize true love is much more than caring for your best friend. One thing is Evident. Love is Unstoppable. So are Chaos. And it all began with Project Zohra. UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY NOW AVAILABLE AS AN EBOOK AND PAPERBACK ON AMAZON FILPKART NOTIONPRESS STORE AND THE REST. ♦️ Cast: Aditya Roy Kapur as Asher Neves Parineeti Chopra as Naina Parker Kartik Aaryan as Samrat Sawant Krystle Dsouza as Ruhana Shetty Setting/Backdrop: Indian. ©All rights reserved. ©Cover pic by me. Be warned copying is a punishable offence. Legal actions would be taken against anyone doing so

Love, something that has the power to cause true happiness has caused the King of Bethillore great pain. This anguish, he channeled into the kingdom to ensure it lived up to its greatness, but that came with loneliness...until her; his flower. An elf, with nothing but determination to see the king succeed, slipped into his heart, his mind, and his soul until he couldn't take it. He had to make her his, and that he did. Now, this elf, who has been running from her past, must face her fears if she is to be seen as worthy enough to stand by the king's side. Her trauma is great, and her enemies are near. Can Lanette remain firm in her resolve? With friendships cracking and love on the line, this elf must choose what matters most, even if it comes at a great cost. *** "You're so beautiful, Flower," he says, kissing her shoulder, making her smile. "Thank you," she replies, continuing her caress. He meets her eyes, resting his forehead on hers, "You know I would do anything for you, right?" Isaac holds her chin, preventing her from looking down, "You know that, right?" "Yes, I do." "I would do anything you ask of me, even if it is to hang the stars." She chuckles, shaking her head, "How could you possibly catch a star, or even hang one?" "I am so in love with you that I would die trying if I knew that it would bring a smile to your face." A shy smile appears on her face as she turns away from his intense gaze. This man, his words, his eyes, his art of making love, they will all be the death of her, but it is a death she would gladly accept.

Is love a thread or merely a stitch? Is love the deep and unbroken connection that sustains over time like a thread or a temporary hold as a stitch? ***** Some love stories are written in fire. Theirs was stitched in silence, frayed at the edges, tangled in pride, yet never truly torn apart. Vibha is the thread, steady and strong, carrying the weight of her dreams and the hopes of everyone who looks up to her. She moves through life with grace and purpose, always holding things together even when it's hard. Bhadri is the stitch. Sometimes loose. Sometimes tight. Never perfect. He wanders in and out of moments, sometimes careless, sometimes forgetful, but never unwilling to try again. She's the girl who shows up for everything and he's the boy who runs late even to his own life. She loves him like a strong thread. Not for what he could become but for who he already was beneath the clutter of his lazy world. For the heart that stitched every cut it caused slowly, sincerely. Bhadri never loved in grand gestures. He stitched. With a hand-written note slipped under her door. With her favourite tea brought to her after a long day. With the way he sat beside her, without a word, when she needed silence more than solutions. Their love story is not smooth or flawless. It's a delicate dance between holding on and healing, between breaking and binding. Because real love isn't just the endless thread that lasts. It's also the stitches. Small acts of care, quiet repairs made over and over again, the promise to stay even when things unravel. She was the thread that kept them from falling apart. He was the stitch that tried to make it whole again, every single time. This is not a perfect love story. It's a fragile one. A real one. Of threads broken, and stitches made. In between these threads and stitches, Vibha and Bhadri find their love-imperfect, enduring, and deeply theirs. ****** •South-Indian story. •May contain grammatical mistakes. •Mature content.