⚠️CONTAINS A LARGE AGE GAP, DO NOT READ IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE⚠️ This was my first story, not my favorite. So if you don't like it, consider reading some of my other works that I think are much better! 😁 Female reader. WARNING⚠️: PLZ DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18. Plot: As a child, you resided in Dio's mansion. Your cruel mother served him, yet you had a strong admiration for Dio himself. He told you that you were special, although you could never figure out what he meant. After Dio's defeat and your mother's death, you were taken by the Speedwagon Foundation, and after meeting the Stardust Crusaders, you were relocated and lived with a nice family on the West Coast of the US, who treated you as their own. At 18, during your senior year, Jotaro asks you to be a foreign exchange student in Morioh, Japan while he is working a mission. Jotaro's never been extremely fond of you. That's strange, you thought. What use could he have for me? Oh well, I guess it would be nice to experience something new. What could happen in such a small town? I do not own JJBA or any of the characters, pictures, or media that I use.

I dont know random stuff, such And such about the boys

Czy nienawiść może zmienić się w miłość? Dylan i Henry nienawidzą się od zawsze, a tym bardziej nienawidzą się ich rodzice. Za każdym razem rywalizują ze sobą, dosłownie o wszystko. Mimo że uprzykrzają sobie życie codziennie, pewnego dnia muszą się pogodzić. Trafiają do tej samej drużyny piłki nożnej, w której nie zostają oni innego wyboru niż współpraca. (Enemies to lovers i popieprzony fanfik wzorowany na prawdziwych postaciach, który przerodził się w jakiś dramat psychologiczny i rozpierdol. Miłej lektury!😘😏)

Zapraszam na funny moments z moją klasą xd znajdziecie tu wszystko...serio- Note: Zaczęłam to pisać gdy byłam w szóstej klasie podstawówki, aktualnie jestem na studiach 💀 CRINGE WARNING przynajmniej dopóki nie przejrze całej tej książki Najwyżej notowane: 48# w humor 32# w humor 13# w humor 10# w przygodowe 9# w przygodowe 8# w przygodowe 4# w humor

nwm co napisać więc napisze co widziałam

Omorose-Nawa was the first Dancer of Anubis, and had just begun to settle into her new life amongst the royal family, when Ahkemnrah's brother Kahmunrah changed everything. Both her and Ahkemnrah were, in their own ways, slain by his hand. Now, 4,000 years later in the Museum of Natural History they're both reunited. This treasure trove of the ancient past is where Omorose dances her way into Ahkmenrah's very heart.

A choice lingers-dangerous, inevitable. As Task Force 141's sniper, you've earned your place beside Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. But war shifts, and with it comes him. König. A hooded specter, unreadable, his presence just as commanding as the masked man already watching your every move-Ghost. Two shadows. Both relentless. Both drawing you in. Loyalty. Temptation. Fate. One will consume you. Who will it be? *Disclaimer* This is a fan fiction. I do not own anything but the character of "Zero" aka the reader and her story line. I do not own the COD story or it's characters. There will be violence and 18+ scenes in this story so please proceed with caution. The story will not follow the stories lines/missions from the game but will be made up of different missions. I do hope you enjoy!!

"Fuck you," I flip her off as she walks to the chair next to me. "You want to so bad, don't you?" she asks pointing at my hand covered crotch. started- 6/3/22 ended- N/A

WARNING: I am in the process of editing and rewriting chapters to flow more smoothly. 12/36 Chapters Edited as of Oct 8 2025 This is a homosexual Call of Duty Modern Warfare fanfiction/romance between the characters Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish. There may be some inconsistencies between this fic and the canonical lore, so forgive me. There will be smut, fluff, and trauma mentions, and trigger warnings will be provided. There may be spoilers for the most recent games, so apologies. Holy shit we're at #1 in COD as of January 2023 0-0

'There he is, Simon Riley.' 'There's no picture' 'Never' 'And (y/n)?' Negative. Died six years ago.' 'Laswell slide a piece of paper across the table to Price. You have a call to make'