50 shades of ereri fanfiction

For Cyrna Raine, life has always been a dull wash of grey, devoid of the vibrant colors that paint the experiences of others. Her lack of sympathy and emotional detachment distance her from the world, leaving her feeling like a mere observer in her own life. When death finally approaches, she embraces it with open arms, ready to escape her monotonous existence. However, fate has other plans. By some twisted stroke of luck, Cyrna receives a second chance at life, reincarnated into the wizarding world she had only ever dreamed of. With this new opportunity, she is determined to break free from her past and redefine her future. Along the way, she finds herself drawn to Severus Snape, sparking an unexpected romance that may just bring the colors back into her life.

After a biochemically weaponized gas escapes a lab, all hell breaks loose. Billions get sick at once and the remaining people, unaffected, are deemed immune. At least, to the airborne virus. Panic spreads but then dissipates when no one dies from the illness. A week later, nearly ninety percent of the population is dead, but they don't stay dead. How does a nerd with a major in graphic design survive, alone, in a zombie apocalypse for three months? Easy, Eren stays away from all people, dead and alive alike. His father taught him how dangerous a person can be, so he's avoided them since the beginning. Well, that is, until he stumbles upon a settlement. Will he decide to leave and continue relying only on himself or will he take a leap of faith and trust his comrades? The characters are owned by Hajime Isayama, but the plot is mine. This is a Ereri boyxboy so find a different book if you aren't into that. This is rated mature, because of language and sexual content. There is also other triggers. Just be careful and safe. Enjoy the book! Word Count: 110,849

Someone from our world reincarnates 600 years before canon in bleach,follow along as he explores the world of bleach enjoying his life as well as staying low-key to avoid Aizen and yhwa-bach All characters and story or owned by the companies who own bleach the only character I own is my character and my oc;s

Levi finds himself all alone in the world, the people he loved gone. He'd walk the city streets looking for nothing in particular, maybe just that special someone who'd sweep him off his feet. Thirty-eight and still a virgin; he was rich and seemed to have had his whole life made for him but in reality it was just the opposite. Until one rainy night, cold and soaked waiting for his limo that seemed to not want to show, he met a young bartender, far younger than him at least, who offered him a ride home. SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY BITCHES ABOUT THIS SHIP 'CAUSE LAWS NEVER PHASED ME. Well- at least not until now when I couldn't make Eren 15 and Levi 34 (their AoT ages season 1-3) so I just went with their ages in season 4 (Eren 19 and Levi 38) so I won't get ridiculed. Also I did my research on the characters before writing about them so fight me if you dare.

Hinata Hyuuga does not like Naruto Namikaze one bit. He's arrogant, brash, wild, and all around a waste of space, something that makes their impending marriage highly unfortunate. Why couldn't he be more like Fox, the mysterious, dominant shinobi that Hinata hasn't been to get out of her head? Now that was a man worth tying the knot with. Preferably multiple. Around her wrists. In a bed all to themselves...

Life is a Gamble Alistair: "Life... it's a masquerade. You dance, you spin, you smile-but mostly, you hide. Nobody ever sees what's underneath." Harley: "Ooooh, spooky! So what are we talkin' here, sugar? Masks... or that ugly mug you're sportin'?" Alistair: "Cute. I was born a lover... a liar... a thief... and a killer." Harley: "Yeesh! That's a whole damn starter pack. You come with batteries too, or just a lotta bad habits?" Alistair: "Call it luck. Call it curse. Keeping all four balanced? It gets messy. Brutal. Bloody." Harley: "Messy I like! Messy gets the blood pumpin'! But, uh... fair warning, handsome-don't go thinkin' this is your horror show." Alistair: "Stick around, sugar. Keep your hands where I can see them, and maybe you'll survive the dance." Harley: "Or not! But hey-that's the fun part, right, puddin'?" Because in Gotham, everyone's wearing a mask. Some just fit tighter than others.

My memories are fading, my body falling apart, not just me but everyone around me, they just don't know it yet. Sickness and madness, for some reason the project was not executed, something went wrong, but there is hope, the books, they still exist somewhere, my memories prove it. I just need someone to help me, to keep me steady. My god, he's dying! Hm... Perhaps he will do it...

1000x stronger? Yes. 1000x smarter? No. 1000x chaotic? Absolutely. He sneezes once—entire mountains explode. Allergy season is apocalyptic. Farming simulator? His crops grow 1000x faster. He accidentally creates sentient p/corn. A punch? 1000x deadly. A hug? 1000x bone-crushing. He's lonely now. Every summon gets 1000x upgrades. His goldfish evolves into a nuclear submarine. 1000x brain power! He solves quantum physics... then forgets his password. Magic system unlocked—he creates a fireball so big, sun gods panics The multiverse trembles as he multiplies memes into world-ending chaos. Dark villains confront him, only to be multiplied into clumsy minions. Will he save the world, or just multiply creation into extinction? my empire rise

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Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.