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Harry Potter and The Rise of George

She shifts her gaze to the table and hides her hands in the sleeves of her wide sweatshirt. "Follow your dreams. If someone doesn't like the idea, it doesn't mean you have to give up, there are many people who support you. Maybe she thinks it's a bad idea now, but in the future she'll love it." "Please, don-don't touch me". His hand falls next to his body as he takes a step back when he sees her begin to tremble. She had to learn to love pain in order to become strong, careless, without feelings. She was a wine stain on a white coat. She was something beautiful but incomprehensible, different from the rest who were the same. She feels a shiver run down her spine as her memory comes to mind. She felt her hands shock, feeling the blade cut her again, and the screams of agony could be heard in the bathroom.

George is a five year - old boy who created a fantasy world inside his head because that´s the way he feels secure and protected. In this world, he met his favourite cartoon characters and shared wih them most of his time and he learnt more about them. One of the things that he learned is the real meaning of being closed with his family and how important they are in his life.

Struggling with loneliness and sadness, she begins experiencing vivid, lucid dreams that transport her to an unfamiliar place filled with strangers-except for the handsome young man who repeatedly appears. At first, the dream world becomes her escape, a place where she can momentarily forget her real-life pain.

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Long before the start of what would become the story known as One-Punch Man, someone ended up within the world and has gone on to have his own adventures. Now with the 'story' about to start he attempts to guide the main players from the sidelines until such a time as they might need his assisstance. Unfortunatley as with most plans things don't go accordingly for long. Updates the 14th of every month, each chapter 8k+ Advance chapters available on Patreon at: www.patreon.com/streggaeworks

“Wake up Samurai.” - J.S ----- Waking up in a boiling hot car in the middle of the desert wasn't on his afterlife Bingo card, neither was the very vivid memory of blowing his brains out, but hey tough shit. *System initialized* Neither was the overused and very annoying ding sound that played when a notification popped up in his field of vision or the accompanying headache and memories. “No dignity in Death huh?” “Well, I'm awake now.” ----- V a Rebel and Anarchist throughout most of his life, wakes up after his final act in his past life, a decimation of World leaders and Institutions equivalent to cutting down the Tree and Tearing out the roots. Waking up in an even more distorted world and remembering an old promise, he sets his sights on something more, this time, this time he'll honor his promise.

In a city gripped by fear after a string of brutal, ritualistic murders, Rahul a quiet coffee shop worker finds himself spiraling into obsession after the death of his coworker, Sara. Haunted by memories, visions, and a mysterious figure who seems to appear before every murder, Rahul begins to question his own reality. But as the line between dreams and waking life blurs, he uncovers a horrifying truth: the killer he’s chasing might not be a stranger at all.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

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?"