frank and hazel fanfiction

Weston Harland arrived in Washington as a freelance political consultant — $400K in savings, three plausible European clients, no dramatic gifts, and three seasons of foreknowledge encoded as professional certainty. Zoe Barnes is going to die in a Metro station. Peter Russo is going to be murdered in a running car. Frank Underwood has never been seriously challenged because everyone who tried either died or was dismantled. Wes does none of the things Frank's world runs on. He builds long dinners instead of short meetings, maps genuine loyalty instead of manufactured debt, writes thank-you notes by hand. The patience is operated as precision: one degree of influence per month, a network grown through warmth that is real, foreknowledge of how every major player falls. He has already calculated the exact moment Frank's operation becomes vulnerable to a man with a very long timeline. Frank has not noticed yet.

Waking up in the world of shameless is one thing. Being a Gallagher is one thing. But As Frank Gallagher, that's a whole other thing on its own. Fortunately, he is not that Frank.

James gets reborn in a new world, he doesn't mind it too much seeing as he gets to live in the world of one of his favorite tv shows shameless but he was reborn in the world's biggest asshole Frank Gallagher ! I am a beginner writer so please bear with me and I don't own any characters or cartoons that may come in the story ---------------------------------------------------------- only update, when I have nothing to do ---------------------------------------------------------- the cover is not mine the story starts confusing, but basically in the firsts chapters basically everything is a done and the main character is explaining some things that happened and also getting backgrounds of the things that will be later on. Also the chapters are really small. I started this story when I was 16 or 17 so I don’t have that much information of the story at that time. so be warned if you want to read it just for fun then that’s fine but don’t take this story seriously the stories that I make are somewhat like a hobby I tried somewhat the best I can at that time, but if I don’t have that much time, I’m not gonna try doing more work than I have to because I have other things to do the chapters are gonna get longer the more chapters there are hope you enjoy this story

A Warframe-Undertale AU that has conections to the wider Fantasy Multiverse Updates released every Monday

A normal guy was randomly chosen to transmigrate to another world. He ended up in the world of Boku no Hero Academia with powers from the Warframe game for the amusement of powerful deities. -- Disclaimer: Everything from MHA, Warframe and other stuff I might use that are not mine belong to their respective owners.

This story is inspired by dissegnated bullying and lookism, or even plagiarism. It's 100% AI-generated, so don't expect a good story. If you want to try it, go ahead and read it.

Sombras, secretos y un Consejo oculto.

Percy Jackson. Slayer of Medusa, the Minotaur. Child of the Prophecy. Leader of the Seven. Newly transformed God? After his fall into Tartarus, he finds out his mortality was being burned away from his new found powers. He has no choice but say goodbye to his loved ones to save the lives of many.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"