DO YOU NEED A RECOVERY AGENT OR HACKER COMPANY CONTACT// GHOST CHAMPIO

“My only regret was.. living like a puppet for my sister!” Olivia Witherland had no one but her sister in this world. So when her sister Oriana married the duke of Aykroyd and became the duchess, she had no choice but to follow her there. Despite knowing that her sister had killed the previous duchess and going to harm the child left behind, she kept her eyes closed. But when the child grew up as Demon,he killed everyone including her and the innocent kids, Oriana gave birth to. Olivia regretted that her silence had harmed not only Damon but her innocent nephew and niece. Everyone was killed, but the killer lived a hollow life too. But fate gave her a second chance. Would she be able to save everyone or would destiny play a cruel game again?

A yuri wuxia tale of blood, silk, and destiny. A deadly assassin reborn in a world of martial sects and silent blades. A merchant heiress with a fan in hand—and a dagger behind her smile. When Lin Wuyin and Bai Yujin cross paths, the rivers of Jianghu begin to stir. Beneath the crimson moon, love blooms between swords and secrets. But in a world where loyalty kills and fate carves deep, can two broken souls defy the storm? A slow-burn yuri epic of vengeance, romance, and rebirth. Main Pairing: Lin Wuyin × Bai Yujin Secondary Pairing: Tang Yun’er × Song Lihua

What if Sonic was in Fairy Tail? What if Sonic was a Lightning Dragon Slayer thanks to Laxus and Wendy's Boyfriend? Read this fanfic made by my full imagination and the original scenes of Sonic the hedgehog and Fairy Tail

In a world where monstrous gates tear open reality and dungeons threaten to engulf cities in chaos, only hunters—ranked from mighty SSS to pitiful F—can stand against the tide. Power is everything, and those without it are cast aside like broken tools. Jin Hwan, an orphan raised in a traveling circus, awakens as a hunter… only to receive the lowest F-rank and a beast power deemed utterly useless: Rabbit. Mocked for his fluffy ears and powerless awakening, he becomes the laughingstock of the hunter world. But unknown to all, the system he awakens is not blue like the rest—it is golden, mysterious, and alive. As hunters climb the ranks with brute strength and destruction, Jin Hwan walks a different path—a quiet evolution, slow and steady. His rabbit powers, dismissed as pathetic, begin to shift. Speed becomes silence. Instinct becomes awareness. And eventually... lightning crackles through his steps. All while the world keeps underestimating him. In this fantasy filled with exploding gates, corrupt guilds, jealous rankers, and overpowered rivals, Jin Hwan’s journey is not a sprint. It’s a long, chaotic, golden hop to greatness—accompanied by a growing group of beautiful, powerful women who see the truth others ignore. He doesn't seek revenge. He doesn’t chase glory. He just moves forward. And in the end, even the system itself won’t be able to control him.

In countless worlds, mysterious doors appear, leading to an ordinary-looking convenience store. That is, until you see who’s inside. An immortal cultivator ponders over instant noodles flavor, an ancient demon sips a cola, and a primordial beast carefully holds a bag of potato chips. Beings who could shake the heavens stand quietly in line, waiting their turn. At the counter, a young man scans their purchases. No one knows where he came from, but all understand one thing. In this store, rules must be followed. Welcome to the Dimensional Convenience Store, where even the greatest existences must check the price before they buy. — Releasing: Mon to Fri 2-3 chapters. Sat and Sun 2-4 chapters.

When a guy got transported to the world of Toriko and met Erina....

“What did you say?” Félix asked. She repeated, “Name your price.” “What is that supposed to mean?” His voice had tapered off with an unreadable emotion that got her weak in her knees, but she held out her chin. “Didn't you once offer to pay me off? Now, make me an offer I cannot refuse. Otherwise, I will go in there"—she gestured toward the Ball—"and make everyone think you dragged me out here to take advantage of me. I know exactly what that would do to your reputation.” “Say. That. Again,” Félix said through gritted teeth as he inched closer to her. ====================== She hadn’t meant to upset him or, worse, blackmail him. She didn’t even know who he was; she only knew he looked important because of how regally he stood in the moonlit dark. Estella was the baron of Cleverdale’s youngest, born into a hard life and always kept on her toes. Her stepsisters hated her. The baroness loathed her. And her father, the only one she called family, shattered her heart when he sold her to Viscount Alistair Ravensdale to cover up his misdeeds. The night of Lady Agatha’s ball, she seized her chance and ran straight into … Duke Félix of Chateaûbriant. In the dark, he mistook her for Princess Coralie, his fiancée, and kissed her. When the moon revealed her face, something about her stuck with him. He couldn’t shake the image of her running wildly or how she smelled like white lotus with hardcore roots. But when she threatened his reputation, he refused to play along. She returned to her world of cruel sisters and an unwanted engagement. What she hadn’t prepared for was the Duke arriving at her doorstep, making two outrageous claims. One. He was the Duke of Chateaûbriant. And two. She had stolen something valuable from him that night. What had she stolen without knowing it? Or worse, what could he possibly demand as repayment? ✯Like it? Add to Library!

A young man was living in the world of Marvel. With every step he took, new friends and enemies emerged. Against a god of war, his sword radiated immense energy, clashing head-on with divine might. As aliens swarmed the skies, invading his city, he raised his hand—spears of light and ice monsters materialized from his magic. When faced with a demonic being, his body was engulfed in a unique flame, and he charged forward with ferocity and power beyond that of mortals. Battling a master of magnetism, an individual capable of bringing about the apocalypse, a certain purple titan, and countless others, he stood his ground, wielding both intelligence and strength. Now, given the opportunity to access a powerful system linked to different worlds, this young man must carve his path in Marvel. Will he survive? Or will his fate be shattered, his existence erased like dust in the sands of time? Note: I)This book is a fanfic focous on Marvel. They not gone folow necessarily the UCM, but it will have influence. II)The protagonist will be OP, but will have growth. III)I dont have the rights to characters or contexts that are not entirely created by me. IG: @great.daoofspace

Talismans are a part of cultivation and what a better way to get into cultivating than to have the three top sects send talismans around. The "good" sect sends a talisman to make someone extremely beautiful. The "bad" sect sends a talisman to make everything around the person turn into a death sentence. The "neutral" sect sends a talisman of amplification by accident. What happens to a woman who has just gotten pregnant? Everything hits her belly. Join in as Rex who is in the fourth mortal realm gets a second chance to cultivate.

"It has humor, action, and the perfect setup for Rudra’s chaotic, self-declared isekai journey." Let's be real: Fanfiction is built on "What if?" scenarios and thrives on clichés. It exists for fast entertainment, not literary perfection. If you're looking for deep, serious, and logically intricate stories, you might be better off reading traditional novels on Kindle. So why exactly are you here, feeling "privileged" enough to critique a space meant for crazies, weirdos, and fanfic enthusiasts? As an Indian, I can't say my father is white just to satisfy some readers, and it's important to acknowledge that there are Indians in the UK and even in the magical world (like the Patil sisters). That's why I incorporated the immigration aspect into the fanfic. Why does the character always have to have a white father and be white themselves? There's room for diversity in storytelling!