boris and aice batim fanfic

A random dude ends up in a fictional world with a nerfed version of adaptabilty power long before the canon. Roam throughout the blues, taking his time to enjoy his life. NP: 1. This story will not focus on traumatic event at every turn. 2. Mc life is all about grinding physically and mentally ( off screen) 3. There will be no nakama power nonsense 4. No harem. I hate harem. 5. There will be lot of time skip to catch up with the canon timeline. I have zero experience writing story/ novel. My grammar is really bad. I might frequently edit the chapters for grammar and spelling errors. I'm writing this fic with my phone, so I made even more mistakes. It's a constant learning process

This is an updated story involving my OC: Arthur Crosswell and Zen Willows as they try to uncover the mystery behind Joey Drew Studios and the events leading up to it, while dealing with recent losses, and a mission that will affect the people around them; Both good and bad. So sit back, relax, and let's get this show started!

Our MC gets turned into your average techno fetishist with a technological database from Star Wars.

you can't predict what will happen in the future that's for sure .... you don't know when you'll take your last breath .... you don't know what awaits after your death .... but I'm sure something like this isn't supposed to happen , where is the logic here ???!! . yeah sure I dealed with assassins , psychopaths...etc I can say that I'm not the one you can call " normal " but this is just beyond any logic .... sigh okey I give up I think i already lost my sanity a long time ago . let's see what fate will bring to us now shall we ? .

#Bts #mafia #romance

Adam Davidson dies after being hit by a truck, and he finds himself in a white void where a God let's him reincarnate into any world he wants as anyone he wants. (The main character will have both female and male love interests. deal with it.)

When the Shinobi World under went various changes how will it function when a devastating new world is built under their nose's. {Greetings from the author} Hello I'm a relatively new writer, My name is Soul. I've taken inspiration from dnd campaigns and novels me and various friends have drafter over the years. I take criticism seriously and aim to enhance my writing and creative skills, so lay anything on me as long as it isn't too... destroying, as I'm a bean at heart. Releases: mon- 1 Chapter tue- 1 chapters wen- 2 Chapters Thur- 1 chapter Fri- 3 chapters sat- None sun- 1 chapter {Disclaimer} -I do not own naruto or anything to do with naruto in this story beyond what I create -Cover art is not owned by me and will be changed in the future

Author’s Note This work was created with the assistance of AI tools for brainstorming, drafting, and editing. All final creative decisions remain my own. Synopsis A Song of Ice and Fire – A Tale of Tide and Blood In the eighty-second year after Aegon’s Conquest, the world simmers beneath the surface. The great houses in Westeros stir with ambition, the Free Cities hedge their bets with coin and shadow, and in the fractured, lawless waters of the Stepstones, gold flows faster than oaths. And then—there’s Salt. A stranger with no name, no past, and memories not born of this world, Salt drifts ashore in Tide’s Rest with only an axe and an instinct that bends the world around him. He can feel movement before it happens. See openings where none exist. Fight like a man born for war—though he never learned how. He doesn't understand the power within him, only that it's real, dangerous, and waking. As slavers from Lys trade in flesh, Braavosi merchants deal in secrets, and Myrish plots curdle in the dark, a forgotten ledger changes hands—one that could unravel fragile alliances and shift the balance of power. Salt doesn’t seek crowns or castles. He only wants to survive. But survival breeds influence. And influence, in a place like Tide’s Rest, is only a blade’s length from command. Before long, men will whisper his name with fear or hope. They will call him Saltborn.

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?"