√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭-, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢]

Yes, Another Reincarnation! Kilian woke up in a white room. Blank, empty, emotionless white room. Kilian checks himself and recognizes his disembodiment, his body was currently a big white blob though he could feel his limbs moving with him.. well his remaining limbs. Kilian got up and floated around before being stopped by a voice. "young man, I would like to apologize for your life," a booming voice, echoing off each wall. Kilian almost panics, finding no 'body' to go with the voice. That's when a skeletal man appears alongside an older woman who looks at peace with life, neither happy nor sad. "Hello?" Kilian questions as he calms internally after seeing two 'physical' beings, not that he could touch him, though his phantom muscles make it seem otherwise. "Welcome to the afterlife, my child, I am what most perceive as God.." The woman declared, the skeletal figure remains unmoving and cold. "I thought you were-" Kai stopped himself, not knowing if what he was going to say was offensive or not. God chuckles and waves it off, saying, "don't fret, I appear as how one may feel the most comfortable with, as does my partner here.." God gestures to the figure besides her. The skeleton nods before speaking in the first bellowing voice. "Young man, your life wasn't supposed to end the way it did.. an amputee and the victim of a hate crime.. I severely apologize for our neglect.." Kilian comes to terms quite fast, his previous life was not the best as the skeletal figure he comes to recognize as Death, had mentioned. "So what next? tell me it's not just me in this plain white room.." Kilian pleads with his non-existent hand? nevermind that..

[ONGOING] Note to self: Next time you die, try not to reincarnate as the most hated woman in the story. ​I'm now Aurora Costello, a spoiled villainess with a closet full of designer heels and a fiancé who'd rather kill me than kiss me. Kieran Valente expects me to play the desperate bride, but I'm rewriting the script. ​Step one? Find an escape hatch. Step two? His name is Luca Donovan. ​By "falling" for the charismatic and dangerous Luca, I'm giving Kieran the perfect excuse to call off our wedding. It's a flawless plan... until the lines between fake and real start to blur. Now, I'm caught between a fiancé who is becoming dangerously obsessed with his "unfaithful" bride and a fake lover who might be just as lethal as the man I'm running from. ​Survival was the goal, but in this world, love is the deadliest weapon of all. [Hey guys! Please add it to your library/reading list so you don't miss the updates! I promise this story won't disappoint 💕]

Aria Turner dies on her couch with the Divergent movies playing in the background and a hundred rants about how "Eric Coulter was never the real villain" still in her head. Chaos itself agrees. Offered a second life inside the story she knows too well, Aria wakes up in gray Abnegation as Beatrice Prior's fraternal twin-with every memory of the movies and a single command from a bored primordial god: change it. Fearless where Beatrice hesitates, sarcastic where Abnegation demands silence, Aria walks into the Choosing Ceremony knowing exactly how this is supposed to end...and absolutely determined to break it. Dauntless expects another Stiff transfer they can crush into shape. Instead, they get a girl who jumps first, laughs in fear sims, and refuses to accept Eric Coulter as the convenient villain of everyone else's script. As she tangles herself in the lives of Eric, Max, and Four, Aria discovers that the "monsters" of the story are more complicated than the cameras ever showed-and that every choice she changes sends cracks running through Chicago's future. This time, when the serum comes and the guns are raised, the girl who used to scream at the screen is standing in the line with her finger on the trigger...and she's not here to play along.

Once, she was Daphne Sinclair - CEO, feared and revered, a woman who built an empire and shattered anyone in her way. But when her own ambition led to betrayal, she died without ever looking back. Now, she wakes as Daphne Greengrass - young, privileged, and an utterly normal witch... or so it seems. The world has changed. She hasn't. And this time, she's not just playing the game. She's rewriting the whole damn rulebook. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭. "𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 - 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦." ✧˚ ʚɞ˚ ༘✿ ♡ ⋆｡˚✧˚ ʚɞ˚ ༘✿ ♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 ׂ╰┈➤ 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔠 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 ♡

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a girl from our world wakes up as Lydia Martin from teen wolf. [Si!Lydia x Stiles x Derek]

A young woman is hit by a car on her way home from school. Before she can die, an unknown power gives her a second chance at life in another world. See how Trina Valdez, now Trina Vega, fares in the dramatic universe of 'Victorious'. Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, its setting, characters, or plot. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes.

For nearly a year, Violet has been haunted by the same recurring nightmare - a doomsday game where she lives as an alchemist forced to survive in an apocalyptic world ruled by a mysterious system. She thought it was only a dream... until the night the world truly changed. When Earth transforms overnight into a game-like realm divided into zones, Violet's long-dreaded nightmare becomes terrifying reality. Prepared by paranoia and experience from her dreams, Violet faces the chaos with determination. The nightmare has begun for real. And this time, there's no waking up.