ghostbusters female fanfiction

On a radiator-clanking March morning in 1984, Nate wakes in an Alphabet City walk-up with a dead woman's voice in his head and a brass-and-bakelite device older than he is wrapped in oilcloth on the closet shelf. Helen Caroline Mitchell built proton-stream containment in 1924, nobody believed her, and her residue has been waiting fifty-six years for a bearer the Charter would choose. Now Nate can stream positrons from his bare palm, see every haunting the city hides, spawn traps from empty air, and file the exact paperwork that keeps a regulator named Walter Peck off his back. The catch is that the work shortens the worker, and the city is climbing toward a Sumerian god on a Central Park West rooftop while four famous men in jumpsuits chase fame and a paycheck. He is not here to replace them. He is here to make sure fewer of them die, to keep his name off the news, and to never, ever tell Janine the truth one second later than he must.

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"1.... 2.... 3....." The little girl giggled, departing from the downcast property and running into the woods beyond the seeker's protection. It was a relatively bleak and humid day as the clouds would cry every morning when she would wake. There was usually a thick layer of fog hovering around their house of worn bricks. This was why it became a normal expectation whenever she was told that it was too misty to play Hide and Seek...

A boy who's hunted by all supernatural races for being something he was forced to be, will he finally find his salvation in a form of our familiar red-headed Gremory? Follow karma Miguell on his path of redemption and revenge as he tries to find his lost sister......while also making a few girls fall for him along the way.

The world is not as happy it seems and people are not as happy as they seem but the world goes on with out paying them any heed , and this was how a man seemingly happy dies to starts a new life within a new and potentially more dangerous . Follow as akuma distinguish between evil and good friend and foe and the journey to find ones own Ghoul. (I am not very good at creating synopsis but I did as best I could)

A normal salarymen died from the mistake of higher-being . As to apologize the being gift him with some wishes. Now the new story begins. I don't own any thing from my hero academia or ben 10 series. All the art belong to their respective owner

# **NIGHTHOWL** In the broken streets of Nightveil, power means everything. Money controls the police. Gangs control the streets. And hidden above them all, the Kings rule entire cities like gods. Arthur Vale never wanted any part of that world. A sixteen-year-old orphan raised in Ashray Home alongside his closest friends Ren, Jace, and Eli, Arthur only cared about surviving another day, riding through the city on his bike, and protecting the only family he had left. But after a simple delivery job goes wrong, Arthur is exposed to a mysterious underground serum known only as **A** — a substance powerful enough to evolve the human body into something beyond human. Most people die from exposure. Arthur survives. Now hunted by gangs, corporations, Cleaners, and the Kings themselves, Arthur begins changing into something terrifying — a predator-type A-user with glowing silver eyes,

Can 25 years really be called a lifetime?” Louis had only truly lived for three years when his body collapsed in his original world. At the moment of death, he is reborn in the world of Tokyo Ghoul. “Hello host, congratulations on your successful transmigration.” “The system is only auxiliary and will not provide substantial help.” “Your goal is to survive until the end of the story by any means necessary. Success grants a return ticket to your original world.” Armed with knowledge of future events, Louis begins with confidence until he realizes something is wrong. In this world, he is not just an outsider… he is something far more “scented” than the average human.

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.