an apple sleep experiment fanfic

Jason woke up in the world of Fairy Tail and was met with the hot babes of the anime. Seduced by their looks, This young man made it his mission to sleep with all of them. (Slow Updates.) (Cover is Ai Art of Irene)

I am Shimura Danzo. You might know me as the "Darkness of the Shinobi," the man who hides in the shadows, or the guy with way too many bandages and a suspicious number of eyeballs. But forget all that. In this world, I am determined to become the absolute number one, most ridiculously absurd protagonist in the entire history of Naruto fan fiction! Actually, who am I kidding? I’ve already achieved that peak. This is the ultimate study in pure, unadulterated absurdity. We shall explore the profound philosophical inquiry: How exactly is a ridiculous young man forged in the fires of the Hidden Leaf? Is it through intense training? Forbidden jutsu? No, it’s mostly through sheer, chaotic nonsense. I want everyone reading this to give me a laugh! If you aren't laughing, I'll have to report you to Root for a lack of team spirit. Seriously, laugh!

In the depths of Kumogakure, there is a child the Raikage never admits exists. They call him Rei. On paper, he’s a research asset. In reality, he’s the soul of a dead scientist from another world, dropped into Naruto’s universe with all his memories intact. To the Cloud, he’s the centerpiece of a classified program: The Cloud’s Secret Experiment, a living testbed for chakra, seals, and weapons that should never see daylight. To himself, he’s on a deadline. Rei knows what’s coming: Akatsuki, bijuu hunts, a Fourth Shinobi War that will devour unprepared villages whole. If Kumo insists on turning him into a monster, he’ll choose what kind. A weapon that obeys orders… or a storm that rewrites the script of the entire ninja world. Note : I promise you’ll love this fic as it progresses—great stories always start with a slow and strong setup.

In a America where every urban legend is real—Silent Hill's fog swallowing towns whole, the Creeper snatching souls on lonely highways, Jason's machete carving through summer camps, and Valak's demonic nun haunting the shadows—Soren just wanted a normal life. Too bad his uncle is Dante, the white-haired legend who turned the Devil May Cry office into a pizza-fueled warzone... and dumped $100 million in debt on his nephew before vanishing. Armed with a mysterious System that turns demon hunts into quests, partial Sparda blood awakening, and a pocket dimension powered by Silent Hill's vengeful witch Alessa (who now lives rent-free inside him), Soren speed-runs America's worst horrors for cash and power. Stylish combos meet brutal body horror as he rescues clients, slays immortals, and uncovers "The Darkness Is Coming"—a conspiracy of tycoons, cults, and Mammon himself prepping to turn Earth into Hell's playground. But with Lady shaking him down for ammo money, Patty dragging him on "safe" road trips that always end in bloodbaths, and Alessa whispering murder ideas in his head, Soren's got one rule: No hero complex. Just results. And maybe, just maybe, enough points to buy the one Devil Arm that lets him fly... while dodging his uncle's mountain of unpaid pizza tabs. Action. Horror. Black comedy. Debt slavery. Welcome to the family business. Dante would be proud... or laughing his ass off.

Two men are standing in a windowless office dimly lit by a small lamp on the ceiling. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" "That was the last group we had!" "They were supposed to be top-of-the-line superhumans. Demons in human skin!" "How does this make any sense!" ~ Scientist Port Till(the head scientist of 'Interdimensional Travel') "If I don't produce results soon! then I'm going to be 'fired'!" ~ In this business 'fired' was code for getting wiped from history and his head was starting to develop bold spots. "U-um Sir. If I may interject." ~ Sim Art his Assistant spoke up. "What!" ~ One could hear the clear rage in Port's voice. The Assistant swallowed and loosened his necktie ~ "Technically that wasn't our last group..."

This is a fanfiction based on the anime Classroom of the Elite. While the characters and setting are inspired by the original work, the story and plot are entirely my own creation. Significant changes have been made to the original story, including the absence of Ayanokoji and the introduction of a new White Room-trained protagonist. All ideas, scenarios, and character developments are original and written by me. Shirogane Rei, a highly trained White Room student, transfers to Class D of Advanced Nurturing High School a chaotic class known for its weakness and disorder. Armed with intelligence, charisma, and the ability to manipulate emotions with deadly precision, Rei turns romance, desire, and even sensuality into instruments of control. Every interaction, every whispered touch, and every seductive glance is calculated, designed to test the limits of human emotion and dominance. As she orchestrates chaos and manipulates her classmates for observation, Rei discovers something unexpected: emotions she never experienced, connections she never anticipated, and a dangerous allure that may even threaten her own control. A psychological, erotic, and manipulative journey into desire, power, and the fine line between love and domination. Tags:|Ecchi| R18|Academy| Yuri|SMUT| Daily Life|Romance|Psychology|Manipulation|Strong Female|Domination

Long before the destruction of the planet Krypton, its greatest scientists were secretly conducting experiments to save their dying civilization. Krypton’s sun was becoming unstable, their world slowly collapsing, and their genetic line was weakening after centuries of controlled evolution. Among the most controversial scientists was a geneticist who believed Krypton could only survive through forced evolution. Inspired by rumors of an ancient warrior race from another galaxy known as the Viltrumites, he attempted the impossible—fusing Kryptonian DNA with the blood of the universe’s most ruthless conquerors. AN: to all future readers. this is my first ever fanfic novel english is not my native language and i used AI correcting tool to minimize the error, so bear with me if there are grammatical error on some chapters. Just leave a comment behind and ill immediately fix it. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Marvel or DC; all original creations and story elements are my own. no harem, some chapters maybe brutal, MC late esekai-ed memories emerging

Poor John gets Killed in an unfortunate accident, meets god, and is given the chance to reincarnate. His body however is mostly a creation of a very famous mad scientist from the hidden leaf, and while stewing inside his test tube the guy said " What if I add this? " And thus a monster was born! Meet Haruko, John's new body. Adventure awaits as he learns his body's powers, and trys to survive inside of naruto. With that out of the way this fic was created on a whim, and will be updated semi regularly like evry other day or so. I'm just a dude, and this is my first fic so if there are any gramical issuues, or spelling or lore things wrong just let me know, and I'll fix it. Beyond that please review, comment, and let me know what you think. I'd like to interact with the audience as while I know alot about both fictional worlds I'm pulling from I don't know everything. I don't own the cover art lemme know if you want me to take it down. I don't own anything from Naruto only original idea is my OC this is a fan-fic. I don't own anything from the protosype games. Updates when I feel like it.

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"