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He didn't ask for her. And thought he never will She has fallen the moment she saw him. Unaware that he finds her annoying. #1- AVATAR #1- NETEYA

I'm Not In Love Steve Harrington x Henderson OC Stranger Things 1/2 (complete) Stranger Things 3 (in progress) Stranger Things 4 (not started) Stranger Things 5 (not started) (Under rewriting!!)

Y/N is one of the few to survive Addwaitya's mass genocide against the people of Ledgerdomain, with the help of his parents he fled to Earth to escape the mad tyrants wrath but his parents weren't so lucky. One day Y/N's life would change after he discovered a powerful device called the "Ultimatrix", maybe one day he will grow powerful enough to retake his home world from the evil Addwaitya. Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the art used in this book and all rights go to the owners!

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

Roseanne Park was born into one of the most powerful families in Korea, but power did not save her. As a child, she was cast out of the Park household by her stepmother and erased from the family that should have protected her. Stripped of her name, wealth, and place in society, Roseanne vanished from Seoul and spent the next twelve years surviving far from the world she once belonged to. Then the past called her back. After her grandmother's death, Roseanne is summoned to Seoul to claim a massive inheritance. But there is one condition: to receive it, she must be married. Roseanne has no desire to reclaim the Park family legacy. She has already built her own power far from them. Returning to Korea is only meant to secure a business partnership with one of the country's most influential corporations. Kim Capital Holdings. What she doesn't know is that its CEO, Kim Jisoo, has been searching for her since the day she disappeared. For twelve years, he never stopped looking. As their paths finally crossed, buried secrets began to claw their way to the surface, and powerful forces stirred in the shadows, watching, waiting. Roseanne's return was never meant to be simple and at the eye of the storm stood Kim Jisoo, silent, unyielding, and knowing far more than she could imagine. ** This is a Chaesoo fanfiction Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. PS: Please don't convert, adapt, copy, or re-publish this work without permission. A lot of time and effort went into creating this story. Thank you for your support and understanding.

Lila Benedict woke up one morning only to realize... she's back in time. Seven days before the zombie apocalypse. Betrayed by the men she once saved, she swears: no more handsome men. No one. Ever. But fate... has a sense of humor. Not only does she inherit a house system straight out of a female lead's dream, it comes with a catch! To unlock its full power, she must find four men. And these aren't just any men. There's the infuriatingly charming celebrity, the cold and calculating CEO, the mysterious genius doctor and the wild card who's trouble with a capital T. Each holds a secret crucial to her survival... and maybe her sanity. Can Lila survive the apocalypse, keep her heart intact, and figure out how to deal with four impossibly perfect men at once? One thing's for sure, this time, she's not going down without a fight!.

Part 1 COMPLETED Part 2 On Going Please support me on Patreon~~~ Thank you!!! ____ In the Chaos City of Nolan Continent, there's a peculiar restaurant. Here, elves have to share tables with dwarves, orcs are strictly forbidden from making noise, dragons can only sit around the small square in front of the restaurant, and demons even need to bring their own special stools... Yet, despite these bizarre rules, a long line forms outside the restaurant every day. Elves eat skewers without regard for etiquette, dragons huddle around a hotpot with ladles in hand, and demons munch on adorable dumplings... "The food here is unlike anything else on the continent! This owner is a genius!" one customer commented, then secretly glanced towards the entrance: "And, whatever you do, don't even think about kidnapping the owner or trying to dine and dash, or you'll die a horrible death." "Eat and pay, or I'll kill you all." a cute little girl said in a sweet, childish voice, her gaze falling on a nearby dragon, causing the five or six meter tall dragon to shiver. _____ *This novel belongs to the author Qing Yu Jiang Hu (轻语江湖). I am currently translating this book. If you are interested in this book and would like to continue reading, please subscribe or purchase it once through my Patreon account! (Marshmallow_ Sweet) _____

Complete Hello everyone I'm back and I'm planning to rewrite this book.😜 They buried a child they were told never lived. Years later, a little girl with silver hair, mismatched eyes, and scars no two-year-old should have walks into their world-unnamed, unclaimed, and afraid. The López family doesn't know who she is. But someone does. And they never wanted her found. She didn't die. She was erased

من وسط غابات الدُجى، في فصل الشتاء، حيث يتعانق الضباب مع أغصانٍ عارية كالأسرار، بدأتُ أنسج الخيال بحكايةٍ لا تتكرّر. لم تكن حكاية تُروى على لسان أحد، بل فيضٌ من الهواجيس، تسكّنت في داخلي زمنًا، حتى لفظها القلم كأنّه ينزف. في كل سطر، كانت الغابة تحكم قبضتها على الذاكرة، تسحبني إلى عمقٍ لا يُشبه إلا الحلم، حين يصبح كابوسًا. إنها حكاية وُلدت بين الغيهب، المنطلق من غابات الدُجى، والنيار المشتعل في أطرافها... بين السواد الذي يبتلع الأصوات، واللهب الذي يلتهم الظلال، بين الشرسة الصامتة، التي تسكن أعماق الأرض، والنار التي لا ترحم، حتى في رقتها. كأنّها صراعٌ أبديّ بين الغموض والنور، لا غالب فيه إلا الحكاية نفسها. ليست هذه الحكاية من زمنٍ معروف، ولا من مكانٍ مألوف. هي نثرُ هواجيس، لا تُروى بل تُنسج، لا تُكتب بل تتسرّب من بين السطور. حكاية تولد في الفراغ، وتعيش في الظل، لا تبحث عن منطق، بل عن شعورٍ يلامس الغياب. في حضرة الغابة، وفي غياب اليقين، تصبح كل فكرة مأوى، وكل رعشة قلم، احتمالًا لحقيقة لم تُكتشف بعد. فليست الحكاية ما نكتبه، بل ما يكتبه بنا، حين نستسلم للتيه الجميل، ونمضي بلا خريطة، سوى خفقة شعور الـدُجى