Like some Isekai protagonist, you were thrust into the fantasy world of a game you may or may have not spent too many hours playing. You have no intention of becoming some fanfiction reader insert trope and did everything you could to remain as a background character. So then why... why were you involving yourself with the two most dangerous men in this world?

You failed to survive in your second life. You die pitifully and when you wake up you find yourself in another fantasy world. Thankfully there was someone named Cale Henituse who came to help you. However, you find out that he's a fan of yours?! Turns out you were a character the entire time from Cale's favorite light novel. How were you supposed to react to that? (Spin-off of the original - A Guide on How to Not Survive)

Cale X OC ICE EMPRESS a thousand plus WC per chapter uwu You will 100%like it uwu)/☆ Btw I made that cover :3 Author can Digi art too huehue♡♡♡

━━ ❝ 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚. ❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the wife of an important figure is reborn in her second life as a noblewoman. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 a peaceful life from the beginning of her marriage, she attempts to live quietly whilst planning thoroughly until 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 suffers a similar fate such as herself. ❛ THIS IS A 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐄 STORY WITH A 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄!𝐎𝐂!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.❜ ... 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱, 04/24/24.

The bloody battlefield fell silent as a blinding white light swallowed both the Hero and the Villain. In a distant place, a man drowning in endless paperwork barely had time to curse before the same light consumed him. Deep within an ancient library, a woman turned the page of a centuries-old tome-only for the light to tear her away as well. They were all kidnapped. By whom, you ask? Of course, by the Supreme Gods-divine beings with far too much power and absolutely no sense of personal boundaries. Because what's the point of being all-powerful if you can't kidnap a few mortals for your own entertainment? . . "The Fuck?" . . "I wish you happiness and success, my dearest children," the God of Time whispered a gentle warmth in his voice. And with that, the glowing figures faded. . . "Congratulations, Countess!!" . . . . "YOU SUCK!!!" "YOU SUCK MORE!!!" "OH, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, SHUT UP!!!" "STOP SHOUTING!!!" the eldest sister snapped at her three bickering little brothers. • °A new chance. °New beginnings. °New people. °New stories. And maybe-just maybe-this time, a happy ending that lasts. ••••• . .TROPES: Found Family: But make it trauma-bonded. OP Siblings: Who could rule the world but can't share pancakes. Chaotic Rich People: "Therapy is for the poor." Blame the God of Death: For *everything*. Adopt All The Orphans . . MAIN SHIPS KRS!CALE x CHOI HAN OG!CALE x ALBERU BARROW x OC (male) FEMALE OC X OC (male) . . Many sub-ships too (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) . . ♥

All I could see, was darkness as a strong sound hit my ear. . . . "husband?" I opened my eyes, saw the face of a beautiful brown haired woman. 'What did she call me? Where am I? Are those bastards playing a prank?' My mind is messed up. "Husband! are you okay? You got injured while practicing your martial arts." I frowned. "Who are you? Who are all of them?" Violan's hands trembled hearing that. "Bring the healer here immediately! He hit his head hard, he must have lost his memory." Violan quickly gave orders and the servants followed. 'Why are they so noisy? I didn't really know them from the start.' I looked in the mirror in the room. '......' Shit! Whose body is this!? Note: I'm not really goot at English. And I using a transition for help.

"I'm independent." Your voice sounded small in his presence. This one thought was what fueled you your whole life. You never wanted to rely on anyone. Yet, once you received your soulmate sign, your independence was forgotten. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "That's what I love about you. But you helped me, so let me do the same." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Imagine a world where your soulmates are always within reach. Whether it's in the the form of music in your head or tattoos on your skin, soulmate signs come in many different shapes and forms. You write song lyrics and quotes and beautiful things on your arm, writing your whole soul onto your body. As soon as you turned 16, you started receiving responses back. However, they went ignored. You were always focused on school so you never dug deeper about your potential soulmate. It was only years later, when you had just graduated, free from the stress of school that you finally decided to get to know him. Little do you know, your words were always an inspiration to him.

The Fourth Hokage's body was never found, but they never suspected that was because he hadn't died. Minato Namikaze wakes up six years after the devastating Kyuubi attack, alone in an overgrown clearing with not a scratch on him. Disoriented and confused, he does exactly what any father would do in this situation. He fights through the pain, gets up, and goes to find his son. He trudges through the pounding in his head and forces himself to move-- to go and find him, because that masked man was still out there, and Minato is willing to do anything to protect his little ball of sunshine. Needless to say, the blonde kage wasn't expecting so much time to have passed. Nor is he very impressed with the way the village has been treating his son all these years.

Because of the Fourth Great Ninja War, of the deity named Kaguya, the world almost came to an end. However, something odd happened; the past came right before their eyes, and they were living in it. When Kurama came to his senses, he saw Konoha, a masked man, Kushina, and the Fourth Hokage standing at the Hokage Monument, studying his every move. By this, Kurama supposed that he should start by changing two things: cooperating... and letting Naruto's parents live. But the real question is... who was the one that time-travelled? [Discontinued Indefinitely; Time travel; Eventual Romance; Multiple Pairings; Team 7-centric]

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .