The past doesn't just haunt you. Sometimes... it lives inside you. Years after the destruction of Raccoon City, the world believes the nightmare is over. The truth is far worse. Y/N L/N, an FBI field agent, has spent his life outrunning a past he barely survived. At just five years old, he escaped the horrors of Raccoon City-one of the youngest known survivors of the outbreak tied to the T-Virus. But survival came with a cost. Unknown to everyone around him... Y/N is infected. The virus never killed him. Never fully changed him. It simply... stayed dormant. Controlled. Silent. Waiting. The only person who knows the man behind the scars is Grace Ashcroft-his fiancée, his partner since high school, and the one person who stood beside him the night everything changed. Years ago, Y/N and Grace were both present at the Wrenwood Hotel, the night Grace's mother, Alyssa Ashcroft, was killed right in front of them. A night of blood. A night of secrets. A night that was never explained. They survived. But they never got the truth. Now, years later, Grace-now an FBI analyst-is assigned by her supervisor, Nathan Dempsy, to return to Wrenwood and investigate newly uncovered evidence connected to her mother's death. Y/N doesn't trust it. Not the timing. Not the case. Not Dempsy. But Grace goes anyway-determined to finally uncover what really happened that night. Before she can report back-She disappears. No contact. No extraction. No answers. The FBI hesitates. Y/N doesn't. Blaming Dempsy for sending her into a trap, Y/N goes rogue, returning to Wrenwood himself. What he uncovers is chilling: The incident that killed Alyssa wasn't random. It was all planned... by Victor Gideon. Running into survivor and DSO agent Leon S Kennedy, they both embark on a mission to get Grace back... but to also uncover the truth of what they're infected with... how raccoon city is tied to it all.

Kratos, the God of War, now retired within Midguard with his wife, Faye, and his two sons, Y/N and Atreus. But one day, their mother had sadly passed too soon for them all. Her last wishes were her ashes to be spread at the highest peak of all the realms. What started off as a simple task, turns into a long and difficult journey for all three. Secrets are revealed, unknown foes appear, a family close to breaking. All because a stranger had paid them a visit. I do NOT own god of war or claim to own it, I only own the oc.

"With great power comes great responsibility." Those words have always defined me. For a long time, I believed that being Spider-Man was the only meaningful thing I could do, that this mask was the only thing I could have in this life. But all that changed when I met a group of unpredictable idiots, whom I'm proud to call friends. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ NSFW Story Spiderman x Dispatch

Welcome to Blood Gulch. Where there are two opposing sides that are in a war, the Blue Team and Red Team, and the soldiers on each side living there................Are all idiots. Follow the Red Soldier Callan Frazier as he experiences the wonders and adventures that await in Blood Gulch. Red Vs Blue is owned by Rooster Teeth Callan Frazier is owned by me

John-117, Y/N-001. The Master Chief and The Specter. Brothers in arms. These two have been fighting side by side against the Covenant since they were little. Now, humanity has been pushed to its knees, and now Specter and Chief need to put all their strength, all their will, and all their years of skill to push back the covenant once and for all.

You know of Sterling Archer, the world's most dangerous spy but do you know of his younger brother? The world's most deadly assassin. DJ Archer aka Blood Wolf. Some say that sometimes the only noise you'll hear is the click of a pistol before your vision is consumed by darkness. Other times you'll hear nothing but always in the end you'll leave the land of the living How will things be different at the agency? How will lives be altered? Big Harem story.

DJ is the Muscle/Bodyguard for I.M.P, the Immediate Murder Profesionals, a company who travels to the living world to take out anyone who screwed over condemned sinners while they were alive. Like DJ was. He wasn't a bad guy in the beginning of his life, sure he wasn't an angel in a flesh suit, but he wasn't like he was when he was shot up in an alley by the cops. A lot of things just pushed him to it. Anyway, join the Bodyguard, Special breed of Hellhound, as he lives his life in Hell surrounded by several horny succubi, one sexy Hellhound and one thirsty owl. OC x Helluva Boss harem.

Male reader story. follow the misadventures of the I.M.P.s (Immediate Murder Professionals), an assassination company in Hell. The members of I.M.P. include Blitzo (the 'o' is silent) the boss of the whole venture, along with weapons specialist Moxxie, powerhouse Millie, Research and development leader/cleaner Y/n, and receptionist hellhound Loona. With the help of an ancient book obtained by one of the princes of Hell, Stolas, they manage to make their work possible and together they attempt to survive each other while trying to keep their business afloat. Please Inform me of any stories that have the same title as this book so that I can change it to avoid any confusion with any other author who happened to make a Helluva Boss story by the same name

A new member to the Rehabilitation Hotel staff and to the Assassination IMP Company. Someone with a tragic past, ready to exact his revenge on all who wrong the innocent. Someone who isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty through shady deals, ripping apart his enemies. But despite the mystery and savage ways, there is a good person within them. Something that the women of his life often tell him. Warning: This book will contain lots of sex, drugs, abuse, and all in all bad shit. Do NOT watch if you are sensitive to such things. You have been warned. And I do not own or claim to own Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. All rights go to Viziepop. I only own my oc's.