eric hurts tris fanfiction

The Grand Line remains as chaotic as ever—pirates chasing dreams, Marines chasing pirates, and civilians just trying not to die in the crossfire. In a quiet coastal town of the East Blue, one man has already managed something extraordinary: He has offended everyone without even trying. Main Character: Riven Cross A civilian with no Devil Fruit, no swordsmanship, no haki… and absolutely no filter. Riven Cross has a simple philosophy: “If it’s stupid, I’ll say it’s stupid. If it’s ugly, I’ll say it’s ugly. If you can’t handle truth, don’t exist near me.” Oddly enough, most people in town still call him “a good guy.” Because… he’s usually right. Just painfully so. System Awakening: “Provocation Point System” One day, while arguing with a corrupt tax collector over “creative theft of village funds,” Riven suddenly hears: [SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Earn “Anger Points” by provoking emotional reactions from others. Points scale based on intensity: annoyance

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

Eric is a man from our world. Eric dies in a car accident and is transported to a waiting room. The R.O.B. (random omnipotent being) gives him three wishes and sends him on his way. I hope you all enjoy this AU (alternate universe) of Star Wars.

They say love is fleeting. That’s especially true for Raijin. The love of his life has one year left to live. I’ll try to update new chapters/volumes when ever I can!

The School of Performing Arts High School in Seoul is ruled by three life long friends with different personalities and views on relationships known as the Kings of Hearts. They have everything looks, fame, wealth, and talent but the one thing they don't have is love. Jeon Jung-kook is the lead member of Kings of Hearts. He's known to be cold, rude and a complete playboy who changes girls faster than he changes clothes. Although every girl knows this they still become victims of his charms, only to be heartbroken later on. But he soon started to change after he met freshman Park Jin-Ae. After being ruthlessly turned down by Jin-Ae, Jungkook makes a bet with his friends Min Yoon-Gi, and Kim Tae-Hyung that he will make Jin-Ae fall for him before the end of the year. With only six months left on the clock, can Jungkook complete the bet or has he already fallen for Jin-Ae? What will Jin-Ae do when she finds out it was all just a game? Can she make Jungkook open up to her about his painful past with the girl he once loved?

Rémy was never the type to go looking for trouble. Wake up, work, randomly pick a series during snack time, and repeat. Bad luck, however, turned into a parasite that took a real liking to him. On the verge of being devoured by a curse, he awakens an invocation system that, for a moment, he thought would save his life and shower him with all kinds of riches, beautiful girls, and endless luxuries. Until… “Eric, do something, you buttface!” “Oguri-cap, did you eat the whole pantry?” “We gotta cook, Mr. White.” With an army that kept growing and getting weirder by the day, Rémy finally understood that power always comes with a very high price…

Maya has been feeling sick, but she doesn't worry too much until things escalate and it becomes much worse than she thought.

Jesse Stackhouse, the Baby of the Stackhouse family, gets dragged into the world of vampires when Bill Compton starts taking a liking to his older sister.

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—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"