bob duncan fanfiction

In a world where Marines, Pirates and the Rebel Army clash against each other, one soul was given an extraordinary ability. Which faction would he choose to join? How will it affect the world of One Piece? Disclaimer - I do not own One Piece nor any of the character in it. This is merely a fan-fiction for my own enjoyment. I also do not own the image used for the cover.

All Bob Belcher wants to do is run his struggling burger shop with his wife and three children in peace.

this is for a laugh I don't mean what i say

Ever wake up and go oh back pain then go oh no back pain at 19 ha ha life is wondrous isn't it?, well afterwards you might want to check the mirror as you might wake up as a 26 year old man looking like he is nearly 30 by the name of Fredrik Duncan in the universe of you guessed it Marvel | Aka i'm screwed since this is the comics universe apparently. . . . . ----------------------------------------------------------------- So I kinda felt bad about you know the state of fanfics right now and me just leaving all mine behind to connect to my novel idea I had when I was 9 so here a fanfic that is about X-Men that isn't written by AI nor is it Chinese fanfic nor is it going to be blatant self insert ( Mostly it's a Fanfic ) and no i'm not making a harem novel I never will do that, oh and one last thing I swear no multiverse omegaverse bullshit this is a marvel fanfic I hope you enjoy

Bob the builder and his team are going to new building site. On the way Scoop takes a wrong turn and gets lost. Now he wants to get back but another team won't let him. In fact they are more than meets the eye. (Contains little bit of violence and ocs)

a normal guy named bob is reborn into HunterXHunter [no harem, or romance]

In 2030 Shanghai, 24-year-old Xuan Chen is bankrupt. Went back to his village. His startup collapsed. His investors disappeared. His girlfriend left. His bank account contains less than ¥8,000. Then with a lighting strick his mind open up. Unlike other things, it does not grant skills. Instead it opens gateways into cinematic worlds tech. What begins as a desperate attempt to survive becomes a centuries-spanning project: Build a civilization capable of surpassing the System itself.

You wake as Ian Duncan, Greendale's grandfathered professor, the man everyone still calls the campus drunk. Your one real edge reads every liar in the room. Yesterday you were nobody's problem. Now you read the whole room, but the Half-Sober Read switches on only at one half-empty glass, the pour killing the real Duncan for years. Sober, you read worse than anyone. So you set the vodka-water down, pour it into the ficus, and read stone-sober anyway. Nobody clocks the professor they filed under 'absent' running the committee, except Jeff Winger, and every lie you tell him costs double the standing you can't spare. But every read still asks for the glass, and every glass banks a bill on a body already dying when you moved in. How long can you buy the room's trust with a liver that's already writing the invoice?

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?"

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—"