petyr sansa fanfiction

Born as Alaric Thorne, the last son of a disgraced house, I was raised as a ward within the cold stone walls of Winterfell. For years, I grew up in the shadow of the Starks—Robb’s fiercest rival in the training yard, Jon Snow’s only true confidant, and the man Lord Eddard Stark trusted above all others to be the personal shield for his eldest daughter. I am eighteen, the same age as Sansa Stark. To the world, I am her silent, loyal shadow. To her, I am the only one who knows the fire hidden behind her "Little Dove" mask. But the world I knew was about to shatter. On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, the day the King’s wheelhouse was spotted on the horizon, a cold voice echoed in my mind. [The Bloodline Monarch System has Awakened.] ....... Harem: Sansa, Margaery Tyrell, and others to be decided as the plot unfolds. Note: This is an original work, not a translation. I am working hard to stay ahead of schedule, so you can expect consistent daily updates! Support at - Patreon: patreon.com/TrinityAura

I was an ordinary guy whose life had gone down the drain and here I thought that my time had finally come and I was lying on the floor, curled up from the pain in my heart, and a moment later I felt a light breeze blowing on me, a dragon's head appeared in front of me. I finished this fanfic not so long ago and all that's left is to translate it and add it here If you don't mind supporting me and getting early access to new chapters, then feel free to submit to my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Iaanlipskiy?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

I always imagined what I could do with magic, infact waking up in a magical world was right near the top of my wish list right after getting a harem. But in all my dreams I never thought that I would be inhabiting the body of a universally loathed character, Peter Pettigrew. Evil MC, OP MC, 18+ The story is extremely dark, the MC is a hedonist. Contains mentions of R***. Caution advised.

She was lost and needed to be found. Her past was unknown as was everything else about her. She was a mystery and only a few were really there to understand who she was, even if that meant she didn't know herself. (n)Pet | ri | chor A pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

- Marauders Era - This is a thrilling story about a modern girl from America being reborn in her favorite book: Harry Potter. but here is the catch! She wasn't born in Harry timeline which kinda sucks since her high school crush was Charlie (Dragon man) and she is one of the biggest 2nd hated Villain ever!!! Peter Pettigrew was definitely not what she ever wanted to be at all. So here she is trying to survive a different life for herself. But no these boys not yet men decided to make their biggest conquest in being her friend. She was definitely avoiding them for sure...

She carries with her, the scent after it rains, because with her is the rain. A Kuroshitsuji/ Black Butler Fanfiction. An Edward Midford x OC story.

¿Que pasaría si tu amor no fue correspondido? nada fuera de lo normal, pero ¿y si hubiera una enfermedad "ficticia" que tratara sobre eso...? — Me enamore de tu sonrisa, de tu forma de ser, eres tan hermoso...quisiera pasar el resto de mi vida junto a ti, pero me dijeron que tu no deseas lo mismo —

A second chance at life—who wouldn’t want that? I should’ve been grateful, and I am. I was reborn into a good family, after all. At first, I thought it was your standard reincarnation gig: new world, new me. But as time went on, the pieces started clicking together, one by one. Today, the final piece dropped, and, well, let’s just say it hit me like a ton of bricks. This isn’t just any world—it’s *that* world. The one where Shadows lurk in the dark, Personas are summoned, and death threatened you in between the hour of midnight. I’ve been dropped straight into the story of Persona 3. Why do I say this? Because my dear, loving father decided to betroth me to one of the key players in this chaos: Mitsuru Kirijo. And turns out, my 'good family' isn't what it seems at all. Yeah, this second chance might be more of a cosmic joke than a blessing. --- Cover source: Metaphor Refantazio official concept art

This is my version of a Chaos story where Percabeth stays together and I have to stop before I accidentally tell the whole story, but for those who know the chaos stories well…………...be prepared for twists and turns in this story. Everyone percabeth trusts love, and believes betrays them they leave camp Half-blood together and are found by none other than Chaos the creator of the universe himself. Read to find what happens to them next. I know that there are other Chaos stories out there, this may be different from others.

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?"