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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.

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.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."