bora fanfic

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

❝Uh yeah well I am your neighbor, I moved in here a few months ago❞ © HELLONIEMAND 2018

Story’s about dude reincarnating as Boros in Dc while making a space empire Warning probably trash story Currently being edited:)

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.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"