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Lou Yuqing transmigrates into a cultivation world and binds to a gossip system, perfect for someone who just wants to lie flat and watch the drama unfold. There's only one problem. Her thoughts... aren't private. At the disciple acceptance ceremony, the esteemed Immortal Venerable Zixiao is about to take in a final disciple, until Lou Yuqing casually thinks: [That disciple will betray him in the future, steal his Daoist partner, loot his pills, and leave him a laughingstock of the cultivation world.] The Immortal Venerable's expression changes instantly. "We have no master-disciple fate." The chosen disciple: stunned. Lou Yuqing: even more stunned. Things only get worse from there. [Those two girls? Both impostors. The real one was thrown into a snake pit.] Sect Leader: "How dare you!" [That 'son-in-law'? Actually a woman in disguise.] Young Lady: "...A woman?!" [That patient? An undercover traitor who just crippled the Medical Sage and escaped.] Enforcement Hall: "Seize him!" Lou Yuqing just wanted to quietly eat melons and mind her business... But somehow, every thought she has gets broadcast to the entire sect. As secrets unravel, scandals explode, and chaos spreads- The sect prospers. Justice is served. And Lou Yuqing, the unwilling gossip machine... Becomes the darling of the entire cultivation world.

Warning: I do not own Nintendo, The Legend of Zelda, Hazbin Hotel, or Helluva Boss. All rights belong to their respective owners. Y/N lived an ordinary life. No magic. No destiny. No grand adventure. That all changed the night four assassins broke into his home. Outnumbered and wounded, he fought with everything he had. Blood stained the floor as the battle raged, but even after defeating his attackers, fate showed him no mercy. Trapped within the burning remains of his own home, Y/N watched the flames consume everything he had ever known. Death should have been the end. Instead, it was only the beginning. Awakening in the depths of Hell, Y/N expected to become just another sinner among countless souls. But something far stranger awaited him. Reborn in the body of the legendary Demon King, Ganondorf, he now possesses unimaginable power in a world ruled by demons, overlords, angels, and endless chaos. As ancient darkness stirs within him and Hell itself begins to take notice, Y/N must decide what kind of king he will become. A conqueror. A tyrant. Or something far worse. For in a realm where monsters thrive and sinners fight for survival, the Triforce of Sin has found its bearer. And Hell may never be the same again.

[Naruto various x transmigrated Naruto Uzumaki!Reader] When [Name] died, they thought they were going to hell for questionable things they have done. But they sure as hell not signed up to take over the protagonist life. At least, they don't have to act like Naruto. Cover made by @yon9hee

Global Elite University was a university that every student wanted enter but only the worthy ones were allowed to achieve this dream and one of them was Han ZhiYe who is the definition of IQ + beauty = Talent. As he entered the campus many horrified incidents started to erupt. Let's see his journey to uncover this renowned university's secrets. Hey guys so this is my own imagination and my OG story with my OG characters, so i hope you would enjoy this wonderful journey. P.s: This my first time write a story so i hope you would give me some slack for it😅😘

Glimpses of dragons. Glimpses of liches. Glimpses of pudding swallowing the entire world. Welcome to, "Glimpses OF Worlds" From an Undead Hero to a rabbit's prison break. The portal swirled. Come. Peer into the curtains.

Atora, an ordinary half-owl woman, runs a tavern in Dungeons and Dragons. Disclaimer & Permissions because Capitalism: Dungeons & Dragons, Greyhawk, and all associated lore belong to Wizards of the Coast. This is a non-commercial work of fanfiction, used as writing practice for my (Mary-Sue-Maker's) hobby. However, Atora is my original character (OC). I retain all rights to their specific design, backstory, and personality. You are welcome to write fanfiction featuring my character or remix their storyline, as well as share this provided that you give prominent credit to me as the original creator and link back to this story. This license is subject to change over time as I get more time to do research.

He was a billionaire.A playboy Arrogant enough to believe the world revolved around him. She was sunshine wrapped in sarcasm. Sweet, cheerful, effortlessly funny... with a dangerously dark sense of humor that could drive anyone insane. They grew up together. Then life pulled them apart. Years later, fate threw them back into each other's lives-but this time, they weren't childhood friends. They were enemies. They argued like Tom and Jerry, challenged each other's every move, and somehow turned every meeting into complete chaos. But behind every sarcastic smile, every fight, and every insult... lay a forgotten past. And a love that was never meant to be gentle. Some connections never die... They only wait for the right time to destroy you or save you A dark romance filled with obsession, childhood memories, laughter, heartbreak, and a love that refuses to let go.

Eight years ago, he vanished. Aria moved on-or at least convinced herself she did. She buried her heartbreak under a medical degree and carefully built walls, telling herself the past was done. But the universe clearly had a sense of humor. After a 4:00 AM hospital shift, all she wants is sleep. Instead, she wakes up in the morning ... next to the one man she never expected to see again-Rowan. Same space. Same pillow. Same ache she thought she'd outgrown. Now he's back, quietly undoing everything she spent years piecing together. Every glance feels familiar. Every accidental touch feels louder than it should. Like nothing ever really ended. Like eight years of silence was just a breath held too long. Eight years too late... or maybe just in time to shake a life she thought was finally steady.

死神.✦ ݁˖ ❝ 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦... ❞ 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗕 .✦ ݁˖ 01 ↳ The story follows our (soon)beloved main character, Natsuki Kuuhara...... ....a grim reaper with horrible knowledge of human's mind, way too confident with their judgement, until things goes horribly wrong. And she has to do something! ⤷ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun, Alternate Universe 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 ›› 07˙02˙2026 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 ›› --˙--˙-- 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : Ongoing 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝘆: Yumi & UsaNeko 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝....

Love is a battlefield. Literally. To the rest of the world, Alice is the flawless, smiling idol of her high school. To herself, she's a burnt-out teenager desperately wishing for the end of the world just so she can skip class. She gets her wish when the sky tears open, unleashing an alien horde upon the city. Enter the Magical Girls of War-unstoppable warriors wielding cosmic power. Yet, behind the frills, ribbons, and massive weapons lies a darker truth: their magic is fueled by the rawest, most volatile human defects. Chief among them is a terrifyingly hyper-protective pink warrior driven by a dangerous, unhinged obsession to keep Alice safe at all costs... even if Alice has absolutely no idea who they are. Amidst explosions, flying debris, and broken hearts, a war of toxic emotions has begun.

Annie Sawchuk works for the family business started by her grandmother, Olga. With supernatural abilities, she hunts vampires and werewolves (for a reasonable fee). She's falling in love with Edward Blue, who disposes of the night creatures she kills (a disgusting but essential job), and is yearning to grow beyond her childhood home, where she still lives as a twenty-something. An impeccably dressed and fiendishly handsome vampire, Vesper van Goethe, comes into her life claiming to be her grandmother's old love. Family history, secrets, love, and tragedy come to light and as Easter approaches, Annie learns of a unprecedented gathering of vampires and their monstrous sanguisuga kin. With the help of new friends, her grandmother and her mother, there is a chance to go on the largest hunt ever. It's sure to be a bloodbath. Annie can't wait.

Xiao Li was brutally rejected after confessing to the man she'd loved for five years. Then she transmigrated into the body of a Level 99 heroine in the Demonic World.

Saya has a special arrangement with a dragon. She gets tied to rocks. He gets the gold. They scam villages with fake sacrifices, overcooked rituals, and a convincing act of "damsel in distress." She's no maiden - just a fast-talking harlot with sharp instincts, flexible morals, and a talent for moaning on cue. He's no terrifying beast - just a very old, very gay, very arthritic lizard with a hoard, a temper, and joint pain from shapeshifting too much in the bygone ages. It's all going swimmingly until heroes start showing up. Cults get nosy. Other dragons get ideas. And Saya begins to wonder what exactly she's doing in a world where virtue gets sacrificed and livestock counts as treasure. A sword-and-sandals fantasy with scams, sarcasm, sensuality, and sheep.

For anyone who has ever felt like content instead of a person One morning, Robin typed three words into Google. No capital letters. No question mark. Just flat, unceremonious: should i die The algorithm had an answer. Actually, the algorithm had fifteen million answers. Sponsored. Monetized. Discount-coded. What followed was a single day that became a media circus, a bidding war, a TED Talk, a podcast, a Netflix pitch, a Broadway musical, a cryptocurrency. Die Like a Star is a darkly funny, razor-sharp satire about the world we've built: one where your pain is a product, your grief is a brand opportunity, and even the desire to disappear gets a sponsorship deal. Robin didn't want to die famous. He just wanted to be left alone. The world had other plans.

> 𝚂𝚑𝚎_𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝_𝚑𝚒𝚖_𝚝𝚘_𝚋𝚎_𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝( ). > 𝙰_𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍_𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝_wit𝚑_𝚊 99% 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍_𝚝𝚘_𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍_𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑_𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜_𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎_𝚠𝚊𝚜_𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛_ 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝_𝚝𝚘_𝚋𝚎_𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎_𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 _𝚊 _𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝙰_𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚜𝚑𝚎_𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍_𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 = > > 𝙰𝚗𝚍_ 𝚏𝚘𝚛_ 𝚊_ 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎_ 𝚍𝚒𝚍. ( ) = > 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕_ 𝚑𝚎_ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍_ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜_ 𝚑𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝_ 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘.' > { > [ The way her voice changes when she's tired.] > [ The way she avoids looking at him.] > [ The way her heart rate doesn't stay steady when he gets too close.] > 𝙷𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜_ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘_ 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 = > ( ). > 𝙷𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜_ 𝚗𝚘𝚝_ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘_ 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎_ ( ). 𝙱𝚞𝚝_ 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 -- 𝚑𝚎_ 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍_ 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜_ 𝚗𝚘_ 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛_ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝_ 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. { 𝙷𝚎'𝚜_ 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 }. "Are you planning to keep ignoring me?" > 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎_ 𝚠𝚊𝚜_ 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛_ 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍_ 𝚝𝚘_ 𝚋𝚎_ 𝚊_ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐_ 𝚘𝚗𝚎_ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝.\'( ).

Yes, this buuk is shitty. But guess what? I made it that way on purpose. Follow Twilight (The God of Balance) as he deals with a Writer who is currently losing a boxing match with *GULP* HIM.. While the "negative nonces" are crying into their dictionaries, I'm here leaning into the chaos! I'm not stopping, I'm just making it worse! If you want a perfect story however, go buy a dictionary. If you want a hilarious hot mess where the "shittyness" is a feature and not a bug then, welcome home! WARNING: CONTAINS 10% STOOPIDITY AND 90% ME TRYING NOT TO BE BEAT OVER THE HEAD WITH *GULP* HIMS RUBBER CHICKEN! ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE MORE WEAPONS "GULP* HIM... ... OH GOD I HOPE U LIKE THE HOT MESS OF CHAOS! OR MY STOOPIDITY IS DONE FOR! (TWILIGHT NOTE: ITS FUCKING STUPIDITY! S-T-U-P-I-D-I-T-Y! FIX THIS BOOK DISCRIPTION! FIX IT NOW ILLITERATE IDIOT!)

Welcome to BrightFord University-a place where the brightest students come to build their future. For Mara Reyes, receiving an acceptance letter to the prestigious university is a dream come true. But behind the grand halls, academic excellence, and centuries-old traditions lies a secret hidden from the world. Strange disappearances. Whispered warnings. Shadows that move when no one is watching. As Mara uncovers the truth, she discovers that some students never really left BrightFord. And some secrets refuse to stay buried. Welcome to The Society of the Dead.

Blood for blood, bite for bite. Who gets to walk away? _____ Harper Moon is a bottom-of-the-barrel vampire and one of the most notorious vandals of the modern west coast. In theory, it could admit him into the most coveted private artistry academy the vampiric species has ever mustered up. But in practice, it could be what serves him on a plate instead. Every other year for their twentieth birthdays, those at the bottom are rounded up and assigned a mentor from the ones at the top, and trained for one year to compete in the largest biennial artistic competition for all vampires to watch. Those that are chosen are debuted as the next generation of artistic machinery for the elite. Those that are not, could be food. In a last-ditch attempt to break out of his lot in life and see himself free, Harper joins the ranks in hopes of working his way out. But talent is not the only thing the games necessitate, and art is not so black and white under a scrutinizing eye. When the competition begins to melt into more than just a game of the talents, but of his very mind, Harper will come to find the world of the arts is a brutal battlefield, that passion harbors a gruesome side, and the intricate politics of what it really means to be free may not be a game he can play alone. It's glamour, greed, gore, and greatness. And nowhere is too far to go just to have a taste. [ONGOING] [#1 in VAMPIREACADEMY] [#2 in GAMES] [#2 in ARTBOOK]

Meet Dawn 😐🖤 🔗😈🧠 and Faye 😋🎀 🌸💥🧠 The human versions of caffeinated raccoons with poor impulse control. Currently monetizing a haunted apartment. Most people run from haunted apartments. Dawn and Faye moved in on purpose. After getting evicted (for reasons that may or may not involve a séance, a fire alarm, and a oujia board), the twins find the perfect place: Room 404, Marlow Apartments. It has a certain reputation... Tenants don't stay. Lights flicker. Walls bleed. Something whispers at exactly 3:17 a.m. The ghosts expect screaming. Panic. Maybe tears. What they get instead is a camera in their face and: "Wait-can you do that again but slower? The lighting was bad." Within days, the haunting is no longer a tragedy. It's content. And when Dawn and Faye launch Ghost Hunters Inc., a paranormal investigation channel that treats actual spirits like mildly inconvenient coworkers, things spiral out of control faster than anyone-living or dead-can handle. Viewer discretion is advised. Not because of the ghosts. But because of the chaotic twins who are determined to turn everything into content and monetization. Could you handle them?

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...