Suddenly being born into something not quite human nor beast, a seemingly ordinary man must find a way to adapt his new life. Dealing with the absolute absurdness of the new reality forced upon him, only Vivillian Ambrosia can guide the otome game to its proper end, donning many identities, he and his thousand faces must find why he exists. [Rewritten as a parody of the original work made many years ago, keeps all strange names and abilities revealed. Updates somewhat consistent. Ignore all chapters labeled don't read.]

I, Miyazaki Daichi was transported inside my sister's favorite otome game as an unknown character. And that said character is the brother of one of the Villainess' underlings. Which by the way, wasn't supposed to exist!!! WARNING!!! MANY SPELLING, GRAMMAR ERRORS, AND PLOT HOLES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! If you like interesting or something new about this kind of story, sorry to burst your bubble but this isn't one. This is your typical transmigration story, but if you don't care then I hope you enjoy this story. (・∀・) Written on May 15 2019 Ended on March 24 2022 Official Title: Transmigrated in my sister's favorite Otome game as an Unknown Character! | 僕の妹の大好きな乙女ゲームで, 未知のキャラクターとして移住しました!

Just a little story for you guys! I'll try to work on it every time I get a chance to. More Mha story's are coming soon!

The Zixt brothers adored Hillary Hall. After finding out that she already has a fiancee and is getting married they finally gave up on pursuing the lady's heart. But when little William Hall -the boy version of Hillary- was added to the group of Zixt brothers it's like a rabbit stuck with 10 wolves in one roof. What will William's strategy to survive his daily life living with his super exotic new 10 brothers?

In a world of soulmates, most people have a single person they're destined to. But what if someone has three names written on their wrist? Some say three is a crowd, but what about four? The child genius. The anime fanatic. The famous actor. The awkward dork. The question isn't: will they work out? No, soulmates are destined to work. The question then becomes: how will they fit each other's quirks into a stable and loving relationship? *The characters and story is completely mine and I would greatly appreciate if you didn't steal it. This story is copyrighted.* ~ on hold ~

Eros is a normal kid. Well actually normal is a relative term. Eros is a spellcaster or just caster. He isn't just any caster but he is a lighting caster which haven't been seen in 1,000 years. Then what happens to him when he moves into a clan and meets the future Helio of the clan. --------- I'm not good at description so read the book. If you want to know what happens to know what a spellcaster is or what a Helio is then read the book.

Arthur and Freddie have what we'll call an unusual relationship. Half-naked sleepovers, borrowing each-other's boxers, and the occasional unexpected wank session. But don't worry, no homo exists for a reason, and it's one of their favourites. Best friends, no benefits, and a whole lot of strings attached. But their dysfunctional dependence on each-other will catch up on them at some point, and when it does, who knows? Maybe they'll snog and shag and fall in love, or maybe they'll snog and shag and fuck it up. I guess we'll find out... eventually.

"My dear, you are special, I can sense it." "W-what do you mean." A little girl said in an adorable 6 year old voice. "You will bring the difference to the war..." "W-war?" The old women's voice changed, it became raspy and her eyes glowed an eerie green, "One child, the unpure hunter, turns. With abilities and strength beyond any. Death comes and sacrifices are made. The war will change with a single choice" She gasped falling to the ground, the poor 6 year old didn't know what to do. The women rasped and yelled "A prophecy! It's been repeated only once. Guard the words! Now run child!!! They are coming!" They are coming.

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?

Chronic fatigue syndrome is a state of profound fatigue that is not improved by bed rest and that may get worse with physical or mental activity. This fatigue significantly interferes with daily activities and work. I have that syndrome. My name is William Elijah Brookes and I haven't left the house in over two months. My closet consists of comfy clothes and socks, along with several pairs of slippers. My closest friend is my older sister, who brings me chocolates, teddies and house plants to dote on. I am a CFS sufferer. I am The Pajama Kid.