Yuzuki is Tetsuya Kuroko's little sister, and like him, she shares the same passion for basketball. But for some reason she keeps saying it's impossible for her to play. Why does she say that, and what hides behind that smile of hers? The story follows Yuzuki through her days as a freshman and new manager in Seirin, and her past with the generation of miracles. There is romance in it, but who it is with, I'm not going to tell.......for now.

This is some mixed up Princess stuff. Princesses: EneXKonoha-Cinderalla KidoXKano-Mulan MomoXHibiya-Snow White AyanoXShintaro-Sleeping Beauty MaryXSeto-Tangled *My own OC couple* MariXMia-Little Mermaid In This story, I decided to Mix up this damn one of a hell story with princesses and mixed those princess stories together! Don't Expect anything from me! (/0-0)/ Oh and I'm not gonna actually go and follow the script of the Princess Story :)

Ships: ShinAya KonoEne KuroActor HaruTaka KidoKano SetoMary Ps: Kuroha gained his own body as well as Ene and Actor and Konoha

Umibozu kembali ke Planet Kouan dan menemukan sesuatu yang "mungkin" bisa menyatukan lagi keluarganya. Timeskip 10 tahun pasca perang melawan Utsuro. Dominan pair is OkiKagu household, slight KamuSoyo and other pairing as supporting act. Mind to RnR.

Butch Jojo would absolutely do anything to get a date with Blossom Utonium, possibly the most perfect girl of the University of Townsville. So when an excellent opportunity arrives in the form of her hard headed, stubborn sister, Buttercup Utonium, there was no way in hell Butch was going to get pushed aside yet again. Butch talks his way into having Buttercup become his wing woman, tutoring him in hopes of impressing Blossom. But when the past and old feelings arise, is Butch going to continue his chase, or let himself fall for the headstrong tutor? Butchercup! College AU

On a cold night, the bonfire's fire lit up the square as the crowd cheered the execution of a man accused of sodomy. The smell of burning wood and flesh filled the air, mixed with the murmur of prayers and shouts of condemnation. Seraphina, wrapped in her cloak, felt the weight of that injustice, but something else caught her attention: on a nearby roof, a black-clad silhouette was watching her. Her heart skipped a beat. When she turned to look better, the figure had vanished. She quickened her pace home, with a persistent feeling that someone was following her. As she closed the door, she tried to calm down, putting it down to her imagination. But in her room, the unease did not leave her. She sat by the window with a book, seeking refuge in reading. She turned the pages without concentration until a shiver ran down her back. She looked up and her breath caught. Outside, in the darkness, a pair of amber eyes were watching her. They were not human. They were deep, hypnotic... hungry. Her destiny had just been sealed.