jo and blair fanfiction

Dying sucks. Reincarnating with Gojo Satoru's face into the viper's nest known as Gossip Girl... that's a golden opportunity. My plan was simple: use my future knowledge to amass a fortune, enjoy the Upper East Side parties, and most importantly, stay far away from the Manhattan elite's drama. I thought I had everything under control. But one legendary night in Chuck Bass's penthouse changed everything. I woke up with a monumental hangover and a new piece of art on my skin: a tattoo that declares me, in elegant calligraphy, as "Property of Blair Waldorf." The worst part is, she has a matching one with my name. Now, the undisputed Queen B and I are tied by ink and a drunken mistake. How am I supposed to rule my new world when Manhattan's most dangerous and beautiful woman has already claimed me as hers? XOXO.

During a job on a stake out Jo and the brothers they see a group of witches summon Akiel the son of Lucifer. He is pissed off and kills them all and walks out of the cabin covered in there blood and see them

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The Mc will get reincarnated as Jay Jo's twin brother and it will be a harem....

Всё имеет свойство заканчиваться. Путешествие Крестоносцев кончилось, а у Джотаро оно только начинается...

What happens when a no-life gamer otaku virgin gets transmigrated during the events of fate/zero in the body of a 7-year-old. First, he has an orgasm. Second, he Nigerundayo's the s#it out of there. Third, he gets hit by a car, passes out, then wakes in the Einzbern's castle while the meeting between Rider, Archer, and Saber and then he gets noticed by Archer aka Gilgamesh. It was at this moment that he knew he f**ked up. ---- The Story starts from Fate/Zero. There will be Stand users and a final boss villain along with the barrage of Stand users before reaching him because that's what Jojo is all about. MC will be slightly(a lot) Op after the boss fight of Fate/Stay Night. Go and read now. And Praise the Sun while rejoice for a new Fanfic.

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.

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."