frye splatoon 3

This is all a work of fiction. This story is on-going.

After a mutation in the human gene caused 98% of all mankind to be turned into unrecognizable and even more intelligent creatures, the remaining 2% will be forced to hide in oppression from their superior counterparts. However, after nearly an entire century of oppression and fear, mankind makes the first step toward reclaiming what was once theirs. These genetically modified 'superior' humans have no weaknesses besides low temperatures. Every year, a winter of massive proportions blitzes over the face of the earth, casting a white veil over mother nature for forty-three days. With mankind's only weakness buried under heaps of snow, mankind finally has a chance to fight back. Through a group of specially curated fighters named the 'Frost Berries', they harness the power of technology that would even rival the smartest of civilizations and use this forty-three-day window to slowly but surely reclaim their rightful Earth.

We all know how the Nintendo game undertale was a big hit when it first came out, and since then there has been comics and animations about it. Well this is my version of undertale. The story mainly rotates around Frisk writing her journey and how she came to live in the underground. I've tried to make this seem more like a diary as your reading than a boring old book, So without further ado here we go...

this book is a collection of Poems written by me. hope you have fun reading them

Amaka was shaped, not discovered. When she met Ikenna, she was unsure of herself, struggling through school, and invisible to the world. He trained her—corrected her speech, paid her fees, built her confidence, and introduced her to a life she had never imagined for herself. But growth changed Amaka. As she rose, she began to see Ikenna as a reminder of who she used to be—steady, quiet, and no longer impressive enough for the woman she had become. Believing she had outgrown him, Amaka walked away in search of more power, more exposure, and a higher standard. What she found instead was a man who had everything Ikenna never flaunted—wealth, influence, and silence. An Abuja elite who offered soft life without guidance, attention without protection, and love without safety. Trapped between ambition and regret, Amaka learns too late that not every upgrade is progress—and that some men build you, while others break you quietly. From Frying Pan to Fire is a story of growth, pride, misplaced standards, and the painful consequences of choosing shine over substance.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

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.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."