Historias de Sarcasticheroine

The end of the world isn't coming. It's already here. As the Earth cracks under climate disaster and divine silence, a forgotten prophecy returns-and with it, an unlikely team of misfits. A flying archer. A girl with code and cosmic glitches. A scientist in denial. And gods who may have just hit snooze on their responsibilities. But when Bhoomidevi-the Earth herself-begins to fade, even the smallest efforts could spark rebirth. Magic, mythology, and machine learning collide in this cli-fi fantasy about fighting for the planet... one arrow, one glitch, one butter-loving god at a time.

Sierra James has one rule when it comes to Caleb Rivers - her charming, golden-retriever-energy, next-door neighbor and best friend: Don't. Fall. For. Him. Easy, right? Wrong. When Caleb starts dating the school's biggest social media queen, Sierra's brain tries everything to stay chill. Her heart? Not so much. Armed with a sassy self-conscious, a tragic overthinking habit, and a group chat that's 90% bad advice, Sierra decides it's time to accidentally make Caleb notice her. Cue: late-night texting disasters, wrong-number confessions, and a whole lot of "what the heck did I just send?" moments. Because sometimes, falling for your best friend isn't the problem. It's what happens when they finally fall back.

Charlie and Forrest should never have been roommates. Charlie's the composed diva with a sharp tongue and mind. She's not afraid to say what she wants. She's loud, sarcastic, allergic to authority (and apparently to washing the dishes). Forrest's a hurricane in sneakers, laid-back and frustratingly perfect at everything - including pushing Charlie's buttons. Sharing an off campus apartment, their days start with eye rolls and end with slammed doors. But somewhere between sabotaged laundry cycles and midnight snack heists, something weird happens: they start liking each other. And no, it's not just the 'I don't feel like strangling you today ' liking. It's REAL liking. Like 'I accidentally memorized your coffee order and now I get nervous when you smile' liking. Gross. Now they're stuck navigating feelings, friend groups and a suspiciously romantic game of spin-the-bottle , all the while pretending they still can't stand each other, not to talk of her giga rich family that she wants to hide so much. Enemies. Roommates. Lovers? Send help.

"He's my worst-case scenario with abs. And somehow, my fake boyfriend." I needed a way out of the wedding chaos. He needed to piss off his ex. Now we're pretending to be in love... while barely speaking. We argue, we fake smile, we share a bed, and-somehow-we start to blur the lines between what's real and what's not. He's still a jerk. I still hate him. But hating him is starting to feel a lot like wanting him.

In a world ruled by powers, Seraphina has none. Cold, sharp-tongued, and isolated, she's an outcast in a university where abilities define worth. But beneath her sarcasm and calm lies a past scarred by betrayal and pain. When old wounds reopen and deadly threats emerge, Sera is forced to confront a brutal reality: survival means more than just having power-it means mastering the darkness within and navigating a battlefield of secrets, lies, and obsession. As enemies close in and alliances shift, Sera's fight is just beginning-and losing is not an option.

"Lex, I want to leave. I need to stop my father, find James. I can't abandon him because of fear. I can't do that." My eyes glared into him, burrowing my false confidence deep into his soul. Stay strong, Sarah. My heart thundered in my chest, praying he would believe the lie. I didn't want to leave, but I needed to. I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment, now. I'm so close to the truth- so close I can feel my veins thrumming. The real fear wasn't in leaving him, no, it was in him holding me from the truth, protecting me like he has all along. "I'm not your enemy, Sarah, I never was. If you want to leave, go, but believe what I tell you next." He took a step closer, closing the gap between his lips and mine, pressing with a sense of reckless abandon. His hand danced down my spine, tracing my skin like a canvas, pulling me closer. The other cupped my cheek tightly, holding my face to his. His voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "If you walk out of that door, it will ruin me, what little faith I have left will be gone. You, Sarah Nicola Kristoph, have utterly destroyed me." I closed my lips onto his once more, pulling him closer to me as my hands clutched his worn t-shirt. Fisting handfuls of hair, our heartbeats collided as they thundered in our chests, matching the symphony of a thunderstorm outside. "Forgive me."

A marriage of convenience. A mansion full of secrets. And a bride armed with a raccoon named Bernard. Theodosia Blythe was never the "proper daughter." Too loud, too opinionated, too fond of obscure insults and taxidermy. So when her family drags her back into high society to marry Sebastian Everhart - the emotionally constipated heir of a crumbling empire - she agrees. For the inheritance. For the power. And maybe...for revenge. But Everhart estate isn't just cold marble and whispered expectations. It's hiding something darker. Blackmail. Betrayal. A legacy soaked in secrets. As Theo sets the halls aflame with sarcasm and chaos, she uncovers the truth that could bring down both families. And somehow - amid all the scandal, schemes, and stolen kisses - she starts to feel something dangerously close to love. Sharp banter, slow burn tension and just enough murder. Perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, family intrigue, and heroines who'd rather fight than curtsy.

She's the class president with a plan. He's the boy next door with a smirk and a guitar pick. When a loud, cocky band boy named River moves into the house next door, Y/N's carefully managed world starts spiraling. Between student council meetings, Milo's chaotic gossip blog, her lingering ex, and River's endless flirting-bordering-on-antagonism, Y/N doesn't have time for distractions. But the thing about rivals? They tend to make the best mistakes. With hallway battles, side-eye tension, and windows that reveal a little too much, Rivals is a slow-burn, rivals-to-lovers web drama filled with chaotic banter, stolen glances, and all the things no one's brave enough to admit out loud.

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝘼 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇 [ Idea based on the HISHE shorts Super Cafe and Villain Pub ] [ (C) GabriellaGonzalez303 2022 ] [ Also published on Webnovel ]

"When hearts collide with ambition, someone always bleeds." They could conquer boardrooms and operating rooms-just not their own hearts. Four best Friends. Two Billionaire CEOs.Two Surgeons. And Broken Rules of Heart. They were each other's constant-until feelings made things messy. In between scrubs of two and business suits of other two. In the world of scalpel-sharp precision and corporate steel-cold decisions, love is the one variable no one accounted for. Dhruv Khanna, the ice-blooded CEO of Asia's most powerful conglomerate, would crumble mountains for Dr. Aparna Gupta-the country's top surgeon and his unrequited love. But she only sees a friend. Meet Aarna Roy-Aparna's spirited cousin and surgical assistant with an irreverent spark. And Reyansh Malhotra-charming, smug, and Dhruv's greatest rival in boardrooms... yet some how still his bestfriend. In a web of buried emotions, veiled tension, late-night scrubs, missed flights, and power games, can friendship survive when love starts choosing sides?

Diana Hart, 25, just wanted her first real vacation-sun, soup, and uninterrupted naps. After years of overwork, she was finally ready to rest. But the universe had other plans. Yanked into a modern magical world by a glittery, totally indifferent saint named Lilith, Diana finds herself labelled Hero #1000-one of the so-called "Chosen Ones" summoned to defeat a world-ending demon lord. Except... she's not interested. No grand speeches. No swords forged in dragon fire. Just sarcasm, stubbornness, and a burning desire to be left alone. But in a realm that dismisses her for being both a woman and the thousandth hero, Diana does something radical: she rewrites the script. Instead of saving the world, she'll savour it-one enchanted forest stroll, one gourmet dish, and one sarcastic quip at a time. She's not their saviour. She's not their symbol. She's her protagonist. And if destiny has a problem with that? It can take a number... and wait 'til after dessert.

"I fix disasters. He is one. Perfect match."

In a realm where night itself can kill and dawn is never guaranteed, two broken souls are forced together by magic older than the stars. Lyra, a rogue mage hiding from her own past, wields flames that burn brighter the more she feels-making love her most dangerous weakness. Dorian, a warrior bound by a blood-curse, has long sworn never to care for anyone again. When a prophecy marks them as unwilling partners in a battle against the encroaching darkness, they discover that the line between survival and surrender lies not only on the battlefield, but in their hearts. Between razor-sharp banter, stolen moments beneath dying moons, and choices that could shatter kingdoms, Lyra and Dorian must decide: is love worth defying fate itself?

Six years ago, Zaharina Novati left the De Mevius estate and the boy who never quite asked her to stay. Now she's back-for a party, a favor, and definitely not for the green-eyed vineyard heir with a PhD in avoidance and a minor in emotional constipation. Lucien De Mevius has grown into his brooding jawline and inherited all the dysfunction a family empire can buy. But when Zara walks back into his life-in stilettos, no less-he finds himself wishing for a second chance he's not sure he deserves. Surrounded by old money, new gossip, and enough repressed feelings to warrant a Netflix miniseries, Zara and Lucien must navigate family politics, sibling sabotage, and the kind of chemistry that should be illegal in a room full of expensive crystal. She's trying to keep her distance. He's trying not to combust. And everyone else? They just want the canapés and a front-row seat to the fireworks. Six Years Between Us is a sharply funny, achingly tender story of timing gone wrong, secrets that don't stay buried, and the kind of love that refuses to be ignored-even if you're really trying.

CURRENTLY ON HOLD BECAUSE OF ONGOING IMP EXAM ( till march) Avni, India's most brilliant ethical hacker, is betrayed by her closest friend, framed for treason, and shot dead-her story ending in blood and disgrace. But fate has other plans. A strange notification on her broken phone drags her back into her 14-year-old body, memories intact. Now, with the mind of a master hacker and sharp wit, she must untangle the web of betrayal before it weaves again, dodging danger, rewriting destiny, and cracking jokes between battles. Would you like to restart? If not responded to within 7 minutes, you will be automatically regressed into the past. Yes / No The timer ticked down in eerie silence. Seven minutes later, as the world below mourned and whispered, the phone glowed with a low hum: Processing regression protocol... transferring user... -What happens next when she suddenly turns into a teenager? Will she be able to change her destiny now? will she fight the enemies hiding in shadows?

No one saw her coming. No exam. No interviews. No warning. Miyu Amahara arrives at U.A. High through a special recommendation, her file marked only with one word: "untouchable." With a smirk as sharp as her skills, and two Quirks that make her nearly impossible to land a hit on, Miyu is more than a mystery-she's a storm wrapped in stardust. Her Quirks-Phantom Skin and Prism Core-let her phase through attacks and turn incoming force into dazzling counterstrikes. She moves like light, disappears like smoke, and laughs like she's always in control. But behind the teasing, behind the winks and one-liners, is a girl who spent years training in isolation-hidden deep within a private mountain forest known only as Phantom Hill. She didn't come to U.A. to show off. She didn't come to be the strongest. She just wants to finally stop running from the world she once refused to touch. Now, inside Class 1-A, surrounded by rising stars like Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima, Miyu dances between battles and hearts alike. Because being untouchable isn't just her power-it's her armor. > She plays like a flirt. She fights like a ghost. And she's about to change everything. 💥 ZERO DAMAGE: The Girl Who Can't Be Touched

Araluen is the Bionic Academy's best-kept secret-and its biggest risk. As the first and most powerful child of Douglas Davenport, she arrives with unmatched abilities and a reputation no one dares to challenge. But beneath the sarcasm and firepower is a girl barely holding herself together. No romance, no friends, and definitely no room for weakness. Araluen doesn't need saving... but that doesn't stop Leo, Chase, Bree, and Adam from trying.

He's rich, famous, and disgustingly handsome. Also allergic to girls. Especially the clingy, squeaky, fainting kind. Too bad I'm not one of them. I accidentally (okay, not accidentally) insulted Zayn Raheja-the country's most loved heartthrob with those cursed heterochromia eyes. The man whose smirk makes fangirls lose brain cells. Zayn Raheja, Superstar. Billionaire. Heartthrob. One smirk from him and girls forget how to breathe. Too bad I've got better things to do-like sleep. But instead of hating me... He's obsessed. Which is ironic. Because I've been ignoring boys since third grade. And I've never met someone who made it so easy. He's cold, rude, and 100% not my type. So, why is he staring at me like I'm the only puzzle he can't solve? Oops. Plot twist: He fell first. And harder. He's used to girls chasing him. I'm used to avoiding trash. So, no thanks. Our first meeting? He blocked the hallway like he owned oxygen. I told him to move. Politely. (Okay, not politely.) Now he can't stop looking at me like I'm a Rubik's cube he can't solve. And I can't stop wondering why this Greek god keeps showing up where I am. I'm not one of his fangirls. I don't faint, I roast. He should've hated me. Instead... He fell. 💌 Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers He Fell First Sarcastic Girl × Cold Boy Fangirls Everywhere Except Her Slow Burn, Fast Roasts Rich × Normal Girl Forced Proximity (Eventually!) Celebrity × Civilian Misunderstandings & Mutual Pining Soft Boy Under Layers of Ice He Fell First (and hates it) Not Like Other Girls (literally doesn't care) Banter-to-Love Rich Famous Boy × Normal Sarcastic Girl "I hate girls" × "Cool, I'm not one of them" Enemies-to-Lovers (but she's not even trying) Fangirl-Proof Heroine Emotionally Constipated Boy Hard. And first.

I never liked him-my father's best friend, fifteen years older, strict, and impossible. He didn't like me either. But life had its own plans. From sarcastic banter and stubborn silences to fiery arguments and stolen moments, our relationship tested every limit. When love, family, and even a little life of our own came into play, I had to face a truth I couldn't ignore: some bonds are unbreakable, even if they begin with hate.