carlos and lando fanfic

Resident Evil 3 Remake: Raccoon City is dead. The U.B.C.S. is compromised. Carlos Oliveira doesn't look for hope-he looks for targets. "Carlos found the maid just past the dining room entrance. He crouched out of habit, checking the cooling skin of her throat for a pulse he knew wasn't there, and pressed two fingers briefly to the floor beside her hand—a silent acknowledgment of the life lost. Then, he keyed his radio. "This is Squad A. Civilian casualty, residential entrance. Gunshot, close range. She didn't even have a chance to run."" - Chapter 3 "Carlos held her a little tighter. Very quietly, he pressed a brief kiss to the top of her head—the way one might bless a sleeping child—and leaned back against the cold wall." - Chapter 11 "Carlos looked at her—the absolute, vulnerable honesty of her—and felt something warm move through his chest. It was a feeling he had no business having in the middle of a war zone. He shoved it down, but he didn't pull away. In the quiet, the smell of his gear—gun oil, dust, and the lingering scent of something metallic—seemed to fill the small space between them, marking the boundary of the world he was trying to keep her safe from." - Chapter 24 "You are Salmon Pink. You are Page 67. You are five days of embroidery and a "birthday cake flavor" protein bar. You are the girl who looked up in the snow and made the right call and came home safe. That’s why. That’s the whole answer. Much love, Carlos" - Chapter 61 INFO: *I changed Carlos's age from 21 (RE3 remake) to 27~29 years old in 1999 in this story *Tyrell Patrick still alive in my story

After wrongly going to prison for the death of his family, Juan Carlos is released from prison and his back with a mission; destroy the Clover Mafia and kill the kingpin. He won't stop at anything, even if it means toppling the city of Lage over.

A girl from the shadows of hospital corridors. A boy born in the glare of Formula 1 fame. One accidental encounter in the world's most dangerous playground-Monaco. Amara Vale has never had champagne wishes or designer dreams. She scrubs floors in a London hospital, lives in a leaky flat, and knows luxury only through blurry Instagram posts. But when a contest she didn't enter whisks her off to Monte Carlo for 7 nights of impossible glamour, she's thrown into a world where every smile hides a secret-and every glance could cost her everything. She was just meant to disappear into the background. Until he noticed her. Lando Norris-F1 golden boy. Reckless, charming, off-limits. He lives under the spotlight, but behind those perfect eyes are scars no camera ever caught. When their worlds collide, it's not fate. It's fire. Now the quiet girl with nothing has become the girl with something to lose. Because in Monaco, nothing is truly free. Not love. Not safety. And definitely not him.

Only scion son of notorious fashion maven Cruella de Vil and an homage to the actor who portrayed him Cameron Boyce who passed away.

An assassin died because of heart attack while he is sleeping . All he do in his free time was watch animes and read novel. OP MC AND SUBORDINATES WEAK ENEMY NO REAL FIGHT ONLY FACE SLAPPING, TOYING AND KILLING NO EXCITING FIGHT SCENE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE FIGHTS LIKE THAT. This fanfiction contains dumb characters, every character in this fanfiction is dumb. So if you want smart characters then this novel is NOT FOR YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I do not know how to write or make smart scenario or whatever it is called, because I myself am not also smart. This is only a fanfiction I do not own the cover and the contents that came from different novels/animes. - - VERY SHORT CHAPTERS DON'T ASK FOR MORE. ALSO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO JUST DEAL WITH IT.

Full of Onika Tanya Maraj aka Nicki Minaj and Belcalis Marlenis Almanzar aka Cardi B oneshots

No one asks for this, yet it still happened. She wasn't interested in being a hero. She thinks its too stupid. The family she was born into taught her to be a Slytherin. Sneaky, cunning and cruel. Her summertime sadness seems to have taken a new turn, for the better or for the worse. Now it lies in her hand, how to move the chess piece forward in this game of destruction and manipulation.

A fanfiction of the League of Legends Arcane TV show. A very slowly introduced multiverse.

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?"