One piece x sololeveling

"I don't do sunshine, Persephone. I don't do vibes. And I certainly do not do pink ribbons." Hades, the King of the Underworld, is a man of simple tastes: silence, shadows, and a perfectly color-coded filing system. He's spent three thousand years building a sanctuary of cold, organized grey-until a girl in a sunflower-yellow dress crashes through his ceiling and ruins his life. Persephone isn't just a lost goddess; she's a walking biohazard of aggressive cheerfulness and forbidden light. But when the world above turns to ice, she offers the King of Shadows a deal he can't refuse: sanctuary in exchange for fixing the one thing he can't control-his own kingdom. In the deep dark, a dangerous game of logic and longing begins. Hades is determined to keep his distance, and Persephone is determined to find the man beneath the myth. But as a professional partnership turns into something far more volatile, they both realize that the ancient laws of the Underworld aren't the only things about to break. The King is cold. The Spring is sharp. And the dark is about to get a lot brighter.

continuation from prevoius. old enemy named shin is back. she is behind all the yoma attack. the others make their one last fight. toki begins her new life with someone she loves.

A goddess's legacy weighs heavily on the shoulders of a socially-challenged college freshman. *** Liza Shiel-Smith--so named for an otherworldly ancestor who easily cleaved space with a flick of her finger--wants nothing more than to enjoy college life with her friends. Despite her best intentions, she finds herself friendless except for a disembodied voice claiming to be an alien man from a world of dead gods. In a vain attempt to mend her relationship with her ex-best-friend, Liza attends a camping trip that ends in disaster. She wakes up in a monster-infested dungeon with nothing but the disembodied voice to guide her--but his guidance won't be enough to keep a newly awakened goddess safe in a world that wants to tear her apart. Contains: Mild cussing, SA *Posts on Fridays*

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After walking away from a moment that could have changed everything, Krystal chooses distance over desire and medicine over the life waiting for her at the palace. She buries herself in long shifts, white corridors, and the quiet belief that saving lives might atone for the one love she left behind. But when a patient dies under her care, the loss fractures something deeper than exhaustion. For the first time, Krystal is forced to confront the truth she has avoided: some wounds cannot be outrun. In her breaking, she reaches for the one person she never truly let go of. Leonor answers. What follows is not a simple reunion, but a reckoning between duty and devotion, inheritance and choice, the crown that demands everything and the promise of a physician sworn to heal. As grief redraws their paths, Krystal and Leonor must decide whether love can survive the weight of who they are becoming or whether it was always meant to be reclaimed. (Book 2 of The Princess of Asturias, Leonor)

[INVESTIGATOR X DOCTOR (VICTIM)] She was running. Barefoot. Bleeding. Broken. But she never stopped. Not even when the night engulfed her completely, not even when death pursued her heels, did she stop running. He observed from afar, his hand, on the cold metal in his pocket, tightening. His jaw locked, his breathing measured and slow, but within-within, there was a hurricane. He had witnessed death. He had witnessed bodies that were lifeless, unidentifiable. He had witnessed cruelty in its most rawest form. But this-her-this was different. She wasn't just another victim. Another broken soul lost to the night. She was a survivor of war still on the battlefield. A girl who should have been shattered long ago but wasn't. A girl who torn-ripped- by those she trusted the most . A betrayel she never knew she'd face, she survived that, tho that betrayel took away part of her soul, still she was facing every disaster life is throwing at her. A girl fighting, even when fate had already penned her end. But fate didn't know Ahad Ibrahim. And he wasn't going to let them have her. Not while he was alive. Not when he had a bullet left to shoot. _________________________________________ They both are each others salvation wrapped in destruction. Dive into the story to know more.

Shayna Bedelia, a young woman living in the city of Bayside, is an aspiring surfer that is struggling to stay afloat while going to college. However, her life changes forever when she discovers a surfboard that provides her with something she always wanted to have, the ability to make a difference. Along with her friends, they soon find out that their world isn't what it seems and will run into both the wonders and dangers that awaits them. Can you imagine it?

In the third & final installment of "Love, Blood, & Little Sharty", Sharty's world spirals into a whirlwind of mystery, danger, and surreal adventures that blur the line between reality and imagination. As she navigates extraordinary landscapes, faces impossible challenges, and confronts forces beyond comprehension, Sharty discovers the depths of her courage, the strength of her bonds, and the resilience of the human spirit. A darkly imaginative, thrilling, and emotional journey, this story weaves chaos, humor, and heart into an unforgettable tale of survival, self-discovery, and the power of love and friendship.

.While exploring familiar settings and concepts, this collection ventures into more complex territory. The stories often address sensitive topics and mature themes, offering a deeper look at the human (and magical) experiences that exist beneath the surface of the main narrative. If you are looking for new perspectives and nuanced character studies, we invite you to explore this series of stories. Please note that due to the content, this collection is intended for mature readers. (mental health ect) I do not own any of these characters (all rights to Dobby as we all know he wrote these books) Take care in reading All my love -flower