Olivia Rodrigo doesn't believe in love anymore. Not after the heartbreaks, the mixed signals and the humiliating realization that caring too much always ends badly. She's decided that love is pathetic, overrated and honestly kind of embarrassing. So when she ends up hate-watching a cheesy romcom at the cinema, she meets Finn Wolfhard the annoyingly funny and sarcastic guy sitting beside her who spends the entire night loudly predicting every cliché before it happens. To Olivia's surprise, Finn might hate romance even more than she does. What starts as mutual hatred for love turns into friendship and a campus reputation as the "Anti-Love Duo". The two people most likely to mock couples holding hands around campus or give one-star reviews to romance movies. But as their friendship starts turning into something dangerously close to a romcom cliché, neither of them can ignore it anymore. Because what's more embarrassing than falling in love? Falling for someone who hates it just as much as you do.

"The flapping of the wings of a butterfly can be felt on the other side of the world." In a world where summer had Ruby a year earlier. In a world where Raven took Ruby after she was born. In a world where Summer refused to take on the mission against Salem because she was too busy trying to find her daughter. In a world where summer adopted Cinder after she found her. How will this new world react when the heir to the Branwen tribe comes to beacon

After an accident caused by Lisa's chemical spill in her lab, the loud pets; Charles, Cliff, Walt, Geo, Hops, Fangs, Gary, El Diablo, Izzy, Bitey, Duncan, Seaweed, Shells, Astroid, Ann and Teyla all go through a mutation monster transformation and turn themselves into The Mutant Loud Pets.

The Strawhat Pirates make landfall to gather supplies and meet a young woman. She immediately catches Zoro's eye, intrigued by her fighting style. What he doesn't realise right away is that the brawler is completely blind. *This story follows my OC Kaori through the events of the One Piece Anime starting after Loguetown.*

She was seven when she first dreamed the throne would cut whoever tried to hold it. She was nine when she stopped telling anyone. She was thirteen when she learned that love does not save you, that loyalty is a performance, and that the gentlest flames are the first to be snuffed out. They call her Maera the Merciless now. The Mad. The Monstrous. She has been called worse by better men. What they do not call her-what they refuse to write-is survivor. This is not the story of a queen who was promised. This is the story of a woman who refused to be written out.

„When the red comet appears and the white moon bleeds the dragons will return-." The War of the Five Kings has thrown Westeros into chaos. While the Houses Baratheon, Lannister, Stark, and Targaryen fight for the Iron Throne, House Aryndor tries to stay out of the war. But that's easier said than done, because Arlya Aryndor carries a secret that could alter the balance of power throughout the entire realm: she is a dragonrider. Under the watchful eye of Tywin Lannister, Arlya becomes ever more entangled in the intrigues of the court. Torn between loyalty, duty, and her family, she must decide who she can still trust. When she is finally drawn into the Lannisters' plans against her will, her path leads her to Jaime Lannister of all people. What begins as a political game develops into something neither of them could have expected. But in a realm where every move comes at a price, even a dragon might not be enough to save the people Arlya loves.

I'm Gaemon Targaryen, the son of Daemon Targaryen and Arya Stark, the aunt of Rickon Stark. If you don't know my cousin Rickon, well, it isn't your fault; GRRM never mentioned him much, other than as the father of Cregan Stark, the Old Man of the North. Anyway, I am currently being raised in the North, as a certain Old Coot who has been warming the chair for the last fifty years didn't like my cousin's decision to support Rhaenys over Viserys. Jaehaerys the Petty should be his title, not the Wise. Whoever was responsible for throwing me here wasn't merciless enough to just throw my useless ass here without at least a farewell and some gifts. With those gifts, I have the potential to become the strongest of this era, though I'm not reaching there anytime soon since I have neither system, AI, nor Manas to guide me through my journey. It's just me and my head, which turns this way and that as keeps and dragons I have only read about are real and breathing before my very eyes. And for the record, I pinched myself, and they're still there.