the 5th wave fanfiction

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races wage war within the galaxy. The hungry Great Devourer has already extended its tentacles here. The former galactic overlord is gradually awakening, while whispers from the warp grow ever more intense. Alexei stumbled into this cesspool of a universe by accident. Watching the heroes and warriors butcher each other across the galaxy, despair filled his heart. “I was just joking! I never meant to pledge loyalty to His Imperial Majesty!” Good news: Alexei acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Hiveworld, and the system's first summon was the Zerg from StarCraft II... As Alexei watched the zergling and roach swarming around him, along with the zergling swarm flying overhead, his despair deepened. “Damn it, this really is a blessing from the Emperor!”

⟨ status: complete ⟩ "They say artists are nothing but sad people, unaccepted by society of who they are. Masking themselves in 'personas' to fit in." She turned to him, placing her beloved paintbrush on the table with her face adorning a beautiful miniscule smile that he wouldn't dare miss. "Now I ask of you again, who are you Camilo Madrigal?" (Cross posted on Archive of Our Own)

Lieutenant Commander Rima Yamato has spent a decade keeping the peace in West Blue, wielding her Nami Nami no Mi (Wave-Wave Fruit) powers while dreaming of assignment to the Grand Line, where the real glory lies. Her reputation as "The Black Wave Rima" strikes fear into local pirates, but she yearns for challenges worthy of her abilities. That opportunity arrives when three merchant ships mysteriously vanish from her patrol area. What begins as a routine missing vessel investigation quickly unravels into something far more sinister—a sophisticated criminal network using legitimate shipping to distribute dangerous substances throughout West Blue. [A One Piece fanfiction]

made by a college student, edited by Chat GBT

Waking up disoriented in Ollivander's wand shop is new to me. Apparently, I'm a witch now and during my first waving of a wand, it made a book soar and hit my head. I'm a witch and I'm also the new tenant for this 11-years-old body named Louise Stephens. God help me. Grammar mistakes are now edited... Mostly. Go to fanfiction.net for further updates. I will not be updating in this app/site any longer.

A guy who had it tough on earth got a chance to live in the world of one piece. all he wants is to live peacefully, so will he live the life he what's it or not?. come follow our MC 'king' and see. Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or anything mentioned in this story from the original manga.

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!"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

"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.