rivamika fanfics

Mi nombre es Levi ackerman tengo 30 años, vivó en la ciudad de Niza en una serie de apartamentos que están cerca de la plaza de Massena , mi único error fue enamorarme de una mujer que me traicionó con mi propio hermano.

Su vida nunca fue fácil, desde que nació su madre le a recordado día tras día que ella es un estorbo. Creció bajo la violencia y el sometimiento impuesto por la iglesia. Sus días eran grises, amargos y dolorosos pero gracias a que hombre encontró una motivación para vivir. El le enseñó lo que es el amor, le hizo ver lo hermosa y maravillosa que era, le ayudó a sanar aquellas heridas que gracias al maltrato calaban hondo en su corazón. Ella sin dudarlo se enamoró y sucumbió ante el deseo, se entregó a él y experimento los placeres de la carne. Por desgracia el amor que ambos sentían estaba destinado al fracaso. Nadie podía descubrír lo que entre cuatro paredes aquellos amantes protegían con reselo, de lo contrario la iglesia se encargaría de hacerles pagar muy caro sus pecados. Sin embargo el compromiso arreglado que su madre kuchel le había impuesto cada vez estaba más cerca y Mikasa hace mucho ya no era virgen. ¿Que pasaría si descubrieran su secreto?

When Dabi closes his eyes for the last time, he expects to find himself down in hell. But this wasn't what he was expecting. Years before the Symbol of Peace has defeated his nemesis, Toya wakes up for the first time after his three year coma.

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AI IS HEAVILY USED FOR CREATING THIS NOVEL What happens when the cold, calculating mind of a quantum scientist is shoved into the malnourished body of the Wizarding World's "Chosen One"? After a catastrophic laboratory failure, a scientist's soul forcefully transmigrates into the body of 11-year-old Harry Potter, just days before his Hogwarts letter arrives. But he didn't cross over alone. Bound to his consciousness is his life's work: a prototype A.I. Chip. Armed with fuzzy, incomplete memories of a children's story he read decades ago, and an emotionless supercomputer capable of scanning, analyzing, and optimizing magic like a science, the new "Harry" has no interest in playing the hero. He doesn't care about prophecies, manipulative headmasters, or dark lords without noses. He only cares about survival, unraveling the quantum mechanics of magic, and reaching the apex of power. [Warning: R-18. Features a rational, calculating protagonist. Dark themes, moral ambiguity, and a gritty reimagining of the magical world. No mindless bashing, just cold logic.]

THIS IS NOT MY STORY! Story was written by "Katie Macpherson" on fanfiction.net. If you have complaints comment and I'll take the story down! The reason for the 'transfer' is that I find it easier to read on Webnovel than ff, so I wanna read it here. Havent read it yet, dont know if its good. Synopsis: Lily Potter's life was tragically cut short by Voldemort's wand. But what if it didn't end there? What if she was given a chance to continue fighting in a different land, a land which is vastly different and also very similar to ours. From a lion to a trout...Westeros is not ready for the coming of Lily Evans

HIGH DRIVE: Rod emerges from Lagos poverty with a body that works currency his wallet cannot. Born into Ajegunle scarcity, he discovers at fifteen that his face produces measurable response in women a transaction that requires nothing he actually possesses. What follows is a two-decade excavation of desire weaponized against absence. The novel maps a man learning that physical advantage in economies of desperation is a specific form of trap. He pursues thick women obsessively, not as preference but as the only language his hunger knows. Sex becomes the sole instrument available a way to occupy space, produce value, silence the internal noise of a man with no other leverage. Women arrive, recognize the mechanism, and leave when the machinery reveals itself. Money eventually changes the arithmetic but not the damage. The architecture is relentless: fine boy privilege exposed as fraud, charm as survival strategy, addiction to bodies as substitute for identity, the slow recognition that he has built nothing that survives scrutiny. Betrayal accumulates. Loyalty becomes foreign. He fractures when forced to separate desire from intimacy, when sex stops working as erasure. The turn is violent and necessary. Ambition crystallizes from wreckage. He reconstructs alone, in the dark, through productive isolation rather than the consuming kind. A woman enters thick, different, one who stays and forces the distinction between wanting and knowing. The final resolution is not redemptive in the commercial sense. It is the harder thing: a man who has learned why survival requires more than appetite, and who has become capable of building beyond hunger.

It will face dangers beyond human understanding, while its sanity slowly slips away trying to protect the innocent people of New York from a world beyond their comprehension, and while doing so, it also has to pay its bills. Other tags: #NoHarem #Horror ----

The current world is faced with a shattering choice. We find out Lucas ideas and concepts did not come from the realm of fiction, but from a force vision trying to prepare the world for the inevitable... The Arrival. (I am making this simply because a Star Wars fan-fic has such the wealth of opportunity it is a shame that there have not been more on this site. Plus the one I have run across has been such a disappointment it forced my hand. Do not have any idea how this is going to go but I plan on finishing this story not matter how it ends.)

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.