In this version, There was no Momonga, in this world, Susuki Satoru, was born a "SHE", making the history of Ainz Ooal Gown, more different and more impactful in the world of YGGDRASIL. Follow the demon Empress, in a new world, where she would have to act the way a supreme being has to, even thought she had not idea of what the hell is going on and make things as she goes along.

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(Being Rewritten)

Anastasia Silver an young Jedi Padawan learning under Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. Anastasia wasn't a normal force wielder, she could control and summon both Shadows & Light, a secret power only herself, Master Anakin & her Grandmaster Obi Wan knows. During a space battle Anastasia's fighter was hit during an escape attempt, Causing a malfunction on the Hyperdrive system that sent her into unknown space and into orbit of a unknown world. But something about this world, the force was pulling her towards it.

Can a common healer girl help a broken prince... Slowburn Enemies to friends to lovers Aemond Targaryen fanfiction with OC #1 in #Aemond #1 in #fireandblood #1 in #dragons #10 in #gameofthrones #3 in princess

Amyra feels a guiding hand constantly, pulling at her bones, whispering into her ear. In King's Landing, between Flea Bottom and The Street of Silk, she dreams of it- dripping from her palms, a balm to the rage. By daylight, she grinds herbs, sells salves, delivers babes, and aids the needy as only a healer can, but when the moon rises up from her slumber, Amyra begins her true work. They come from all over, whispering, wailing, begging. Do you have a spell to make her love me? My husband should be dead, will you help me do it? Is there anything to make them forget? Remember? Live? Die? She takes them by their hand, "Of course," she tells them. She wipes their tears and smiles. "The price is ever so small." It doesn't matter what it costs, we'll pay it. "Of course, you will." she agrees, and it's true. They always pay, one way or another. Then, by a strange stroke of luck, Queen Alicent is in need of her expertise. My daughter, she cries, Princess Helaena, will you help her? "Of course," Amyra sings, "I am but a humble servant to the crown." She tastes it on her tongue, sweet and sticky. She sees it, pooling like blood off a wound. She calls her Justice, but she answers to Revenge.

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

"I'm wanted in a lot of states," Jackie exclaimed as she finally sat back down. "I've stolen cars and food, clothes and diapers, I've falsified so many documents." "And worst of all John's still out there," she said. "He's never gonna let us be, he's never gonna stop looking for us." Stroking her back Emmett spoke softly to her. "None of that matters," he said to her. "I still love you." "Don't you get it?" She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "If he finds me, he'll kill you." Emmett laughed. "Let him try." "You shouldn't be so quick to underestimate him," she warned. Grabbing her face with his large hand, Emmett faced her towards him, his thumb caressing her cheek. "You're not the only one with a secret."

After the death of his son, Baelon, and his wife, Queen Aemma, Viserys I Targaryen has felt lost and alone. His daughter hated him for his decision, but she wouldn't listen to his explanations. The Maester had made it clear that Aemma was not going to survive this birth. Was he a monster for trying to at least save his son? In the end, Baelon did not make it through the night & was put to rest alongside his mother. Almost 6 months after his wife's passing, he met someone. He knew it was crazy, but it felt like love at first sight. His Hand's eldest daughter, whom he had never met, had come to Kings Landing unexpectedly. She was a woman of 19 who had made a deal with her father that she would marry whomever he wanted her to without argument if he simply allowed her to travel the world for a few years. She left her home a quiet and lonesome child of 16 and came back a beautiful, elegant, and full of fire woman of 19. Her name was Annora Hightower. When Annora had her 19th name day, she received a letter from her father, Otto Hightower, telling her that her time was up and she was to come home. However, he was in for a rude awakening. For her strings were her own now. No longer would she be his to toy with, and she refused to allow her father to corrupt and torment her little sister, Alicent, any longer. If she must, she would take Alicent's place in whatever fucked up plan that her father had come up with to achieve his power. Notes: -WARNING-> there will be smut! Chapters marked [Chapter]* contain smut -Hightower bashing! -Don't like my story? Then don't read it :)

If Daemon Targaryen was born a girl and was betrothed to her brother Viserys. * House Targaryen, in recent years, had been plagued with unruly daughters. "I do not know whether to laugh or weep," Princess Rhaenys tossed her hair. "That it is you, Daena Targaryen, who will one day hold the title that I never will," "I had no idea," Daena made her eyes wide and innocent, though her tone was anything but. "That you wanted to lay with my brother so badly, Rhaenys. Is Lord Corlys no longer satisfying you?" * "I'm sorry, Daena," Prince Baelon said. "But you will marry Viserys before the year is out," And so what if, once her father was gone, she immediately ran off to the Dragonpit and mounted Caraxes, screaming at the top of her lungs into the clouds over Blackwater Bay? Her voice was lost in the wind, but the Blood Wyrm let out a great roar, sensing her turmoil, which echoed far and wide. Flocks of seabirds scattered, and fishing boats below cried out in alarm. With a dragon, the world knew her. On a deserted beach somewhere down the coast, Daena curled up against Caraxes' great red shoulder, leaning her face against his warm scales. The beast, who was feared even by the Dragonkeepers for his temper, lowered his snout, nudging her gently, no hint of those fearsome teeth showing. "If it's truly so awful, we can run away together," She told him, and herself too, stroking his red scales. "I know you hate the Dragonpit, anyway. I wish they wouldn't chain you up. Who cares if you eat the odd servant?" He made a rumbling noise, and she smiled. "At least I will have you," Daena said. "I will always have you," * The long awaited (and highly requested) fourth part of my Westeros genderbend series.