Andrea "Andi" Jacobs made a huge mistake. She didn't want to admit it to herself that her older sister might have been correct about Andi's future husband and the church they were raised in. So Andi got married and then, on her honeymoon, she found out her sister was right. Now she is overseas trying to reach out to the only person who might help her contact her sister, Oscar Piastri. She hasn't seen him for almost a decade and can only hope he remembers her and her sister will forgive her. Oliver "Ollie" Bearman is a F1 driver in his first full season and a friend of Oscar Piastri. Ollie just wants to offer Andi his friendship, help her escape her past and adjust to the world around her. which is so different from the one she grew up in. But what happens when the lines of friendship are crossed. Author's Note: This story follows on from my first book Forbidden containing Lando and Emma's story. While this can be read as a stand alone you may wish to read Forbidden first as a back story. I was a member of a religious group that many people, especially those of us who have gotten out, may call a cult. The majority of things that happened to my original characters are drawn from what I went through or saw friends go through. After writing Emma's story I found I could not leave her sister Andi alone without help.

There are things Sora doesn't say out loud. Not because she can't, but because there's no point in saying things that don't change anything. So she keeps it simple, keeps it light, keeps everything just far enough away that it doesn't settle too deeply. It's easier that way. Less complicated. Less real. She doesn't expect anything from people, and she doesn't ask for anything either. So when she sends a message to a stranger, It should've ended there. But it doesn't. Because somehow, in a way she doesn't understand and doesn't try to, a conversation that shouldn't exist starts taking up space in her life. Small at first. Easy to ignore. Until it isn't. Until it becomes one of the few things she doesn't immediately let go of. And that's the problem. Because some things aren't meant to stay. And some people... don't have the time to let them. Author here: Daily updates byee

Dick never thought his family would be brought into this life, he hadn't told anyone other than Wally about Percy or the kids. But now the agents want to bring Percy in, he didn't want this for her, she was retired and she had done enough. Dick thought two world ending events was enough for anybody, but he also knew Percy, she could never say no, not to her family. Hi sorry if There are spelling mistakes. I am dyslexic, and English is not my first language. This is also my first fanfic so I hope you like it :)

In a world where it's growing more and more common to see people with their furry ears and tails on display, to see a pair of wings ruffled by the cool breeze or small horns adoring the top of a head. The world has come a long way in a short amount of tIme, hybrids may be considered citizens but are they really when the world still seems them nothing more than animals set loose? This book will contain mature themes, sexual references and a lot of behaviour that might seem unwarranted but triggered by animal instincts.

Unexpectedly arriving in a world where humans and Pokémon coexist in harmony, Natsume inherits an abandoned farm. With Pidgey soaring through the skies and Heracross resting under the shade of trees, the world's vivid reality unfolds before him. But instead of aspiring to become a Pokémon Trainer, Natsume seems more inclined to embrace the life of a farmer. Natsume: "It's decided. From today on, I'll be a farmer." However, as time goes on, Natsume starts to realize that his goals may have shifted just a little. "Champion Natsume, are you saying you originally just wanted to be a farmer?" a reporter asks earnestly. Natsume: "Would you believe me if I said it wasn't entirely my choice?"

Born blind with memories of your past you choose to protect the world around you as you did before, but this world is cruel... Do you still choose to be a hero? P.S Meneta doesn't exist in this world

After escaping the Baker estate, Y/N and Eveline seek refuge in a remote village in Eastern Europe. But their safety is short-lived when Eveline is suddenly taken. Forced into a deadly land filled with monsters and hidden horrors, Y/N must fight his way through the village to get her back. As he uncovers the truth, he learns Eveline is being used in a terrifying plan to resurrect a long-dead child. With time running out and danger closing in, Y/N will stop at nothing to save his daughter... Before she's lost forever.

❝ Are you sitting on the F5 key? Because your ass is refreshing. ❞ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he was definitely a bad idea. So obviously, she texted him. The real problem? He answered.

As the Kryptonian son blessed with a body of steel, heat vision, and a bio-electric aura, Clark's original goal in life was simple. Protect Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Look after his nerdy little brother, Peter Parker. Watch over the friends and family around him. And, if possible, enjoy a perfectly ordinary high school life. But in a place like the Marvel Universe, things never go the way you want them to. Then one day, one of Oscorp's genetically altered spiders got loose. Peter was bitten. Gwen was bitten. Even their Asian classmate Cindy got bitten. Faced with three freshly awakened, hot- blooded "little spiders," all itching to hit the streets and play vigilante, Clark could only let out a helpless sigh and switch into his behind-the-scenes demon drill instructor mode. "If you want to be superheroes, you'll have to survive my attacks first!" And so, under Clark's influence, everyone's entire style took a sharp turn off the rails. Kingpin: "Who..."

《Trash of the count's family x Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfiction》 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑨 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒚𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. Chiron's instincts had been right. The attic reeked of dust and prophecy, the Oracle's hollow gaze glowing faintly in the dim light. A crimson shield. A child of Death. Shadows and heroes. The words carved into his mind felt urgent-like a warning, not a mere foretelling. This wasn't just another demigod arriving at Camp Half-Blood. No, this one carried a weight far older, far heavier. And Chiron couldn't shake the feeling that, this time, the camp wasn't just gaining a hero. It was welcoming a storm. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Cross-posted on ao3)