Asher transmigrated to the Land of Shadows, day after day, year after year, training with his Shishou Scáthach. Afterwards, in the evening after martial arts training, Morgan le Fay would also teach him magic. Initially, he got along very well with Morgan le Fay, which gave him a very good impression of her. Until one day, Morgan le Fay suddenly said to him, "A week later will be the time of choosing the king. My sister Artoria will go to pull out the Sword in the Stone and become king... I have something I need your help with." "What is it?" Asher asked. "Take the Sword in the Stone before her, and marry her." "???" "The curse is activated. From today onwards, you must find a way to marry Artoria!" This is a world where timelines are intertwined. He had pulled the Sword in the Stone, resolved the conflict between Scáthach and her sister, and even helped Gilgamesh. Asher originally thought he would continue adventuring like this. Until one day, he was summoned by the Holy Grail. Looking at this group of old acquaintances in front of him, Asher awkwardly waved his hand and said, "Hello everyone..." Artoria smiled and raised the holy spear in her hand high "Shine at the End of the World, Rhongomyniad!"

Malia and Kylie are in love - or at least they're trying to be. After years of heartbreak, Malia finally finds herself in the arms of someone who truly cares for her. Kylie is gentle, patient, and willing to love Malia through all the broken pieces. But no matter how close they grow, Malia's mind keeps drifting back to the one person who broke her - her ex. Her past relationship wasn't love. It was manipulation, control, and emotional scars she still carries. Every touch with Kylie feels like it carries the weight of those old wounds. Malia wants to give Kylie her whole heart, but she's terrified of opening herself up again, scared of fully undressing emotionally - afraid that vulnerability will only lead to pain, like it did before. As Kylie tries to break through the walls Malia has carefully built, Malia must confront the painful question: Can you truly love someone new when your heart is still learning how to trust again?

In the middle of the night the Snowy Hill Pack gets erased and Yujun, the leader of the Whispering Willow Pack, is entrusted with the life of a little toddler whose eyes are shining in a bright green, the colour of a real omega. A few days later a boy with purple eyes is born as the only heir of the Tiger Lily Pack. A boy just as special because he is a real alpha. Years later the emancipated and highly ambitious real omega in hiding, Kim Taehyung, finds himself confronted not only with prejudices and stereotyped expectations towards his secondary gender but also finally meets the fated mate that he always has avoided like the plage at school because a mate does not fit his plans for a career. He is caught in between his dreams of an independent future being free from the cage a matebond symbolizes to him, and his love for the mate that finally has managed to find him and convinced his heart to give him a chance. The real alpha Jeon Jungkook, the heir of the Tiger Lily Pack, finally finds his mate but has to accept that things will be different from what he had expected them to be. Anyway, he still decides to support his love that he fell for so badly and learns to look at society with different eyes. A whole new life opens up to him that is confusing and intriguing at the same time. But soon the danger of Taehyung's past comes to haunt him once again in the form of a violent stranger and the real omega has to learn how to make use of his special gifts that are slumbering inside him while Jungkook wants to find a way to protect his mate from what ever may await them. This is a story that talks about gender stereotypes, dreams, a bond of brotherhood, prejudices and true love that comes in various shades and that may change your life for the better if you let the magic happen. The artwork and the story are my property and not to be copied. The rating is mature for a reason.

━━ 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : ❛ he was enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees and oh, how she loved him ❜ [ les miserables (2012) ] [ enjolras x f!oc ]

I was thirteen the first time someone told me I talked like I was broken. Not stupid. Not mute. Just... broken. Like my mouth was a machine with missing parts and no one had the patience to wait while I found them. Every syllable was a landmine. My tongue seized, breath caught, throat locked like it was trying to save me from humiliation-only making it worse. When I did speak? People squirmed. Looked away. Finished my sentences like they were doing me a favor. Teachers got frustrated. My father spoke for me at interviews. My mother apologized for me at dinners. So I learned to stay quiet. Silence was safer. Cleaner. By eighteen, I had mastered it. Lived inside it. Until her. She found me in the library, fumbling over the word borrow. I couldn't say it. She could've looked away. Instead, she smiled. "Take your time," she said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Iris. Paint-stained fingers. Worn-out shoes. Two jobs. Still made time to sit with me, showing me how to breathe through the stutter-not over it. Not around it. Through it. She treated me like I wasn't fragile. Like I was whole. And slowly-I changed. I began speaking in full sentences. Started holding eye contact. I could introduce myself at business events without trembling. And finally "fit" to inherit my father's name. I became the heir my parent always wanted. And when it came time to choose a wife-an arranged match-I said yes. Not because I loved her. Because she was easy. Perfect in public. Iris didn't fit that world. And I didn't realize I'd cut out the best part of myself until she was gone. She just left. Quietly. Like she'd expected it. Now, I hear her absence louder than I ever heard her voice. But I'll find her. And I'll say what I should've said from the start. Even if it takes a thousand broken words- I'll make her hear me. Cover photo courtesy of Vecteezy.com

In the era of the Qin Dynasty, the Dragon Emperor TianYao and his Empress YanHui had been having trouble with the Wufeng assassin organization that was causing a great uproar and leaving many in fear. In order to put an end to this war, they decided to send a message to the mysterious and imposing Gong residence. _Your Majesties - the man asked in reverence - How can I help you? _General Li Jie, I think it's time we visited some old friends," the Empress said smilingly. ⚔️Fanfic inspired by the C-Dramas: "My Journey To You", "Back From The Brink", "Veil Of Shadows", "Fangs Of Fortune" and ''Hidden Shadow''; ⚔️AUTHOR'S NOTES⚔️ ⚔️This is my first fanfic; ⚔️The characters do not belong to me, but what happens in the story is the work of my imagination, in the alternate universe created by me; ⚔️Whenever the story is inspired by any source - movie, C-Drama, etc. - I will cite the proper source; ⚔️I do not accept adaptations or plagiarism without prior consultation or defined agreement; ⚔️Occasionally, a character may appear with the appearance of another, as long as it is the same actor; ⚔️It's A.B.O; ⚔️If you don't like this type of content, don't read it! Go back to your path and nothing to declare!; ⚔️As a reader, I also don't like some themes, I find them absurd, disgusting, or disturbing, but I just don't read them! This is called free will!; ⚔️Respect the work and also the readers who enjoy this type of content. Interact politely and peacefully, it's the least; ⚔️Fanfic made from fan to fan, non-profit; ⚔️You may find characters from different storylines together in this alternate universe; ⚔️I have no intention of offending any actor/actress; ❤️‍🔥I definitely love how Yan An and Tian Jia Rui match together! For me, they are perfect! Therefore, my protagonists will always be the combination of characters played by them, in different universes.❤️‍🔥

You didn't expect to fall through time. Or space. Or whatever invisible seam had ripped open between your world and the next. One moment, you were gripping the handle of a subway pole, the world a blur of gray, fluorescent lights, and the screech of metal. The next, you were falling, air rushing past you like a scream you couldn't catch. Have you ever dreamed of waking up in your favourite story, of walking and fighting alongside your favourite characters? Follow y/n as she navigates her journey through narnia and finds her true purpose... Prince Caspian x Reader Enjoy!

In a house where silence screams louder than words,a young boy learns to survive under the weight of abuse and loneliness behind every forced smile hides a soul who has long forgotten what it feels like to be loved. Then a new family moves in next door bright,warm,and everything he's forgotten the world could be. Two different worlds. Two hearts destined to collide, yet neither promised solace. A story of pain and survival, of finding fleeting comfort when life feels unbearable where silence screams louder than words.. shadows never fully fade, and love quietly flickers..fragile, fleeting..and always just out of reach. Pooh_pavel •Author's Note This story is purely my own original work. Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work without my permission. Thank you for reading and supporting 🖤

❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰʟʏ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟ ❞ Trapped in a toxic relationship, Annabelle finds it difficult to leave. Adrian is everything she has ever known. Niall is her childhood bestfriend. Destiny always finds a way. PREVIEW: "You need to wake up." His voice was gentler now, almost pleading. "This isn't love, Annie. This isn't..." He took a deep breath. "This isn't healthy." "You don't understand," I said adamantly. "He's different now. He's trying." Niall's expression hardened. "And these?" His fingers hovered towards my neck, where the marks lay. He dropped his hand before he touched them. "This is him trying?" I flinched, taking a step back. "I should go." "To him?" Niall asked, voice cracking. "So he can do worse? So he can continue lying right to your face?" "That's not fair," I snapped, walking up so our faces were inches apart. I felt so much anger towards him right now that I almost couldn't contain it. His words hurt me, and he said them so effortlessly... I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me, it was a constant war within me not to lash out at him. I knew I had to leave before I did, my fuse was running short. "No, what's not fair is watching someone you-" He cut himself off, turning away. When he faced me again, his eyes were hard. "What's not fair is watching someone you care about walk willingly back into a fire and not being able to stop them."

there's a saying about love and hate. how there exists a line between the two emotions. one extreme to the other, complete opposites in every which way. and yet, it's possible that with just the slightest nudge in either direction, you find yourself unable to distinguish between one or the other. you used to think that saying was complete and utter bullshit. when you loathe someone so reverently, so passionately, how could it ever be mistaken for love? how can one feel every waking bone in their body recoil at the sight of their figure and consider it the same as melting beneath a gentle caress, leaning into their tender touch? how can imagining your hands around their neck, squeezing all the air from their lungs, compare to pressing one's lips against the other, greedily taking their breaths as your own? you suppose, begrudgingly so, that there are similarities. the way the person consumes your thoughts like a virus. how unknowingly, your words and actions revolve around their own routine. but to go so far as to say your hatred is the same as affection? that's a line you cannot cross. so then why? why does that barrier blur when an arrogant boy suddenly takes space in your life? why does the way his words sink beneath your skin, his actions igniting a raging fire in your chest, make you second guess the way you feel about him? you hate him. that much is for sure. there's no doubt about it. it's just the way the world is. a simple fact about the universe. but the more you try to convince yourself of such a matter, the more vague the truth becomes. because as much as you wish to punch the smug smile off of geum seung-je's face, you can't deny how the thought of kissing him would work just as well. and achingly so, your heart wants one more than the other.