The death before the story: she was 24 years old and was still living with her mom and dad. She has worked at a game store for 3 years now. This is because she loves gaming! (and that she can't find a boyfriend) Mostly she loves to play Legend of Zelda the most, but she has always found that she can't kill Ganondorf. It felt like she was killing her baby when she knows it was just a game. She was on her way home when she was killed in a drive-by.

The underworld did not sleep. It shimmered. The audience chamber of the Gremory estate was not merely a room-it was a declaration of power. Vaulted ceilings arched high above like the inside of a cathedral, painted in deep crimson and gold leaf that shimmered beneath floating spheres of demonic light. Tall windows of stained glass depicted ancient devils in battle, their wings spread wide as they crushed angels beneath their heels. The evening sun filtered through them in fractured shades of red and violet, casting fractured halos across the polished obsidian floor. At the far end of the chamber stood a throne carved from black stone veined with glowing infernal script. It was imposing, regal-yet dwarfed by the presence seated upon it. Sirzechs Lucifer did not need a crown. His crimson hair fell neatly over his shoulders, immaculate as if untouched by the chaos of the Underworld. His expression carried the gentle warmth he was known for-an almost human softness that contrasted sharply with the unimaginable power coiled beneath his skin. Even seated casually, one could feel the pressure in the air, like gravity itself had grown heavier out of respect. Before him stood Rias Gremory. Her long scarlet hair cascaded down her back like living flame, catching the light with every subtle movement. She stood tall-proud-but not defiant. This was not a rebellious daughter. This was a noble devil prepared to argue her conviction. Pillars of crimson marble stretched toward a ceiling painted with constellations that did not belong to any mortal sky. Magic pulsed faintly through the architecture of the great hall of the Gremory estate-old, noble, watchful. Rias Gremory stood alone at the center of it. Her hands were clasped behind her back to hide the tension in them. Before her, seated upon a raised dais adorned with the sigil of Lucifer, was her brother. Sirzechs Lucifer - Satan of the Underworld. To her... he was still her brother.

Damn been a while since ive gotten a new oneshot book out 😍 But anyway this is just a oneshot book for our favourite Windbreaker guys (I love all of them hehe its such a great show) But anyway hope this one gets just as much love as my other books :) THIS IS A MALE READER ONESHOT BOOK! I will not write female readers you have more then enough and of course obviously everyone is welcome to read i just won't write for female if requested :)

A book full of my ocs from my past accounts; and as well new ocs. My ocs will be revamped so if anyone notice anything different that is why. Also I do not own any pictures unless I say so

The heavy wooden doors closed behind Elif, sealing her fate. She stood in the center of the room, dressed in a heavy silk gown embroidered with rubies: gifts from the Sultan she had never met. She had listened to the stories, of course. Everyone in Istanbul knew of Murad IV. The Tyrant. The executioner. The man who banned coffee and wine while drowning in his own darkness. She straightened her spine. She was the daughter of Kemankeş Pasha, a statesman, and she would not cower. "So," Murad said, his voice deep and rough, echoing in the silence. "You are the daughter of my Vizier." He took a step closer, circling her slowly like a predator assessing prey that didn't run. "They tell me you are obedient," he murmured, standing behind her, his breath ghosting over her ear. ''Do you know why you are here, Elif?'' He moved to face her, looking down at her, waiting for the usual reaction: the trembling, the immediate drop of the eyes, the blushing admiration. He expected her to fall at his feet. Elif looked up at him. Her face was a mask of calm. She didn't tremble. She didn't blush. She held his gaze with a quiet, unnerving steadiness. "I am here because my father serves the Empire, Your Majesty," Elif said, her voice clear and composed, lacking any warmth. "And because the Padishah commanded it." Murad's eyes narrowed slightly. There was no adoration in her tone. Just... duty. "Is that so?" He took a sip of his drink, studying her over the rim of the glass. "And do you have no desires of your own, Elif Hatun? Or are you simply a doll your father dressed up to please me?"

𝘢:𝘯- 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘖𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯. A 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯e (M/f) reader one shot

To smile, bring hope to the world. To bring hope to the world, make them smile. Their dreams. Different, yet so very much the same. No one was born equal into this world. Izuku was always reminded of that. Kyouka always reminded herself, whether she wanted to or not. But, differences weren't what mattered; that's what they learned from one another. It wasn't who they were equal to. It was what they equaled to together. (Formerly Titled An Insecure Violet) (No, you're not allowed to post my stories to crappy text-to-speech fanfic YouTube channels)