aaliyah and cruz fanfic

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Dushyant and Ishita, two best friends torn apart by destiny. Years later they meet, as strangers to each other. Will childhood friendship that was left behind years ago bloom into love? A dilogical story revolving around Dushyant/new CID cops. **Guys I'll update here also Dont worry* REMupdates will come too. Jus heck busy now.

In the eve of her henna ceremony, Gauri comes to know about the demand of a Mercedes from the family of her bride-groom, making her devastated. Her worry soon gets forgotten when she ends up sleeping with a total stranger Om. A mature story...

After traveling through Naruto, he became the last one in the Uchiha clan who was ignored by everyone, and was also bound to the damaged innate spiritual treasure [Demon Refining Pot]. Uchiha Hara looked at his frail and handsome self in the mirror and smiled gently and harmlessly. Classmates teasing? Bear with it. Teacher ignoring? Perfect. Uchiha genius? You go first. During the day, he was the famous "Melancholy Young Master" in the Ninja School. He was weak and had poor academic performance, and relied entirely on his female classmates for support. He is a walking night reaper at night, refining corpses into souls and using the corpses of his enemies to forge his own invincible path. Uchiha Fugaku: "He was a good kid, but his health was too poor. What a pity." Sarutobi Hiruzen: "A few more people are missing? It must be Danzo's doing!" Uchiha Itachi: "Hara... I never seem to see through him." When the night of genocide came, Obito and Itachi were horrified to find that they and the bloodless "corpses" were the only ones left in the Uchiha clan's territory. Many years later, the Akatsuki organization was rampant, the Five Kage were helpless, the Otsutsuki descended, and the Ten Thousand Ninjas bowed their heads. Amidst all the desperate gazes, the forgotten Uchiha who was the last one in the group walked out from the crowd step by step, holding a small gourd in his palm. "My name is Uchiha Hara." "My ninja way is - it's better to fight than to compromise, and it's better for me to win than for you to win." "Now, please become the objects in my pot and help me... refine this world." ---------------------------------- Not my story, just posting here cuz I wanted to use the web novel offline view function Got this off of Wtr-lab

Only for testing. You can read it but I advice not to read it, it only waste your time

"Alright, listen 'ere ye bunch of 'airy gits. Me'z Drakka Armzstronk, biggest, baddest, borkies of da WAAAGH! If you'z ain't goin' give me you'z teef, den a punch in yo nuts I shall give. So read'z me book, or I'll feed ya yer own 'eart." - Drakka Armzstronk, the Beast of the Green. He had always been the biggest boy of the WAAAGH. However, his life was lost due to a fatal mistake. Now, he is reincarnated as a lowly Snotling in the primaeval planet of Pangera. Watch as he gives this world, the classic Ork treatment... FOR THE WAAAGH!!!

(COVER ART IS MINE NOW hehe!!!) HOLY SHIT! I'm in the world of Arcane, FUUUUUCK wait what? I HAVE A BIOSHOCK SYSTEM?!!!!!!!!! LEEET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The world is governed by a system. Every person has a role. Every moment follows a script. Everything that deviates is corrected. Everything—except Aaron Vale. When a café cashier remembers a conversation that never officially happened and a stray cat speaks a line it was never programmed to say, the Continuity Engine flags a problem it cannot solve. Aaron has no class. No level. No assigned narrative weight. He isn’t powerful in the way heroes are meant to be. He doesn’t challenge the system head-on or bend reality through force. Instead, he watches. He notices the pauses between dialogue, the repeated days, the way the world hesitates around him. And wherever Aaron goes, NPCs begin to wake up. As memories bleed through resets and the system escalates from quiet corrections to outright erasure, Aaron becomes the center of a growing fracture—one populated by awakened NPCs, a few dangerous allies, and a system that is beginning to lose control. Freedom, however, comes at a cost. Because the system does not fear rebellion. It fears existence without permission. The system demands compliance. Aaron Vale refuses classification.

Brom, your typical nobody, is reborn in the land of Skyrim years before the events of the game. He is determined to become the ruler that he knows this world needs if it is going to survive the return of the dragons. As he fights both men and beast to rise in power, he realizes that the strongest demons are the ones we face in ourselves. *I upload daily and I'm usually writing a few days ahead. If you leave a good suggestion it may take a while for it to appear.* **If I ever use your art, contact me with proof and I will take it down**

En búsqueda de venganza... Saciar aquello que lo consume por dentro... Dejando montañas de cadáveres por dónde vaya... Se muestra a alguien... Dispuesto a dar hasta su propia vida con tal de llegar a dar con alguien... La reina de los demonios... Peleando contra todos y consigo mismo, hasta tener el cuello de aquella reina que se lo quito todo entre sus manos... Sabiendo los riesgos de llegar a ella... Se hundira... Más y más... Hasta tocar el fondo del abismo... De aquel mar... Que ella creo para el... Un mar lleno de sangre... Y odio...