makoto naegi reads fanfiction

Makoto found himself in the world of Naruto, taking on the role of an ordinary chuunin teacher at the Konoha Ninja Academy, all while secretly being a member of the elusive Root Organization. Fortunately, his newfound teacher system allowed him to grow stronger through teaching. Determined to avoid becoming just another one of Danzo's expendable assets, Makoto wholeheartedly devoted himself to teaching and honing his own abilities. [Congratulations on your first-ever lecture with an A rating!] [You've earned the reward –Fire Element Proficiency.] [Thanks to your guidance, Uchiha Shisui has made significant progress.] [You've unlocked the reward – Fire Breathing Technique! (Modified to suit the Ninja World.)] Under Makoto's tutelage, Shisui learned a vital lesson: the village's adversaries weren't limited to external nations; they could also lurk within. Those who passionately preach the Will of Fire throughout the day might not always adhere to its principles.

Makoto has a secret that no one else knows. That secret is that he is a transmigrator from the modern era. In his previous world, he was an otaku who loved fantasy- and isekai-themed stories. In that former world, he was on his way home from a convenience store when, while walking, he was struck by an unexpected bolt of lightning and died on the spot. After being reborn, memories of his past life began to surface when he entered the first year of high school. At the same time, he realized that he had transmigrated into the protagonist of the anime Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu. Simultaneously, Makoto could feel that there was something residing within his mind. What will happen to Makoto, and what kind of life choices will shape the path of his destiny? Note: The image does not belong to me.

Makoto Naegi was on his way to Hope's Peak but something got wrong and he ended in this brand new world and what's more, everytime he dies he comes back to the past! Watch this amazing work and see how our lovely Luckster gains trust of so many. Makot Naegi x Harem

What if Makoto Naegi dies and transports into the world of Fairy Tail. How will his life change and what kind of friends would he have in this new world? Kind and Nice Makoto. Makoto Naegi x Harem.

WHAT IF... Makoto Naegi will join the secret organisations named Kingsman. He will surely try to fill everyone with Hope. This is mix between Kingsman and Danganronpa. You will see a lot of action, guns, diversion and OCs! It is a harem story with many female OCs. Hope you will enjoy it.

Just some random ideas that pop into my head and will not leave so I decided to move them here into words.

the reason why I posted this one chapter fanfic as the name suggest is for trial reads, where you guys tell me whether you want or not, then I will rank all the liked fanfic in order of which they are coming up next,( after u am done with the one I am currently doing). all of mu fanfics are not going to exceed 100 chapters by much since I have a pretty good reason for it. anyway the way the voting will work is I will post one chapter from each fanfic and you guys will be given two choices, one is that YES we want this or NOT YET I would like x fanfic to come first, see how I didn't include a NO option, well that is because I am writing these fanfics whether you like it or not. the edits of each chapter might not be good since due to my experience and the lack of an editor but it will improve as I gain experience. they might be something you might notice with each character, if you know, you know

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!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.