champ bear fanfic

Ning Tian traveled to the Douluo Continent and awakened the god-level side effect system. This unique system grants him the ability to transfer his own disadvantages to others, thereby gaining benefits for himself. This is a translation. Name : 斗罗：好处我来，副作用你扛 Author : 丁家阿宅

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When you're reborn as Jorah Mormont you ain't got much. A Dad looking to bale and go spend his days hanging out with the guys on the Wall, a wild Aunt raising your wild cousins you can't stand, an arranged marriage to a girl you never met with a dowry almost low enough to be an insult, and a populace of smallfolk so inebriated and incompetent its no wonder nothing's changed around here in 8,000 years. Hopefully the gold finger granted by Levid's Magically Wheel of Reincarnation can help. A really nice pair of testicles. With that, the right attitude, and a shovel I have everything I need to dig a nice grave to lay in. Or Bag End. Let's see which happens first. You can support me and my family at ko - fi . com / jmanm

A man gets reincarnated as one of the silly bipedal honey-loving magical murder bears on Azeroth in World of Warcraft. One of the races commonly massacred in early game quests. His goals; to survive and avoid the corruption and daily destruction of his new species, the furbolgs.

In a medieval fantasy world, maintaining one's beliefs—or even staying unscathed—is a daunting task. The common folk here are far from innocent; they are ignorant, greedy, and cruel. The nobility, too, lacks nobility; they are cunning, ruthless, and tyrannical. But... not all are created equal. Lan placed his hand over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart and the expansion of his lungs. He reckoned that no matter the world—even those interconnected by the Conjunction of the Spheres—he would uphold his own values and sense of morality. And doing that, is only achievable by having great power. A multi-world journey through realms, where decisive action and sharp intellect reign supreme. ***** If you want to enjoy more chapters or simply want to show your love, you can check my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/FictionForge

He woke up as Carmen Berzatto — thirty seconds into a family dinner he didn't remember sitting down to, carrying a dead brother's grief and a restaurant on its last week of oxygen. The Mise came with the apron: a generational craft system older than the Beef, older than Mikey, passed down through three Berzatto kitchens and now his to carry or lose. He knows the show. He knows what Claire means to Carmy, what Richie becomes at Forks, what Sydney almost walks away from. But foreknowledge curdles the moment you change anything — and the Mise is already changing everything, because you cannot use a system that rewards honesty and keep lying to the people who love you.

Hank Williams — lifelong fan of Hercule Satan, believer in human potential over alien destiny — dies suddenly. Five days before the Cell Games, the original Hercule Satan dies from heart failure brought on by stress, fear, and shame. He knows he cannot defeat Cell, and he cannot bear the thought of his daughter Videl watching him die live on television.

!!! Low effort fanfiction !!! It barely diverges from cannon, but I do change little things. This center's around Eddie, my OC, who is the 17 year old son of Kenny and Katjaa, and the older brother of Duck. I do not own Telltale's Walking Dead, only my OC (or OCs if I decide to add more).

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.