andrew davila fanfiction

George has always been a tough man, as a retired General when he reached his 60s there was really nothing to regret, closing his eyes and surrounded by his family he finally welcomed what every living being would eventually experience, the death... or so he believed, since when he opened his eyes in a room illuminated only by the moon he saw a renowned actor in front of the mirror, Andrew Garfield? This work is translated by Google since I don't know how to speak English, so please forgive any errors. The cover is not mine, I took it from Pinterest, if the original owner wants me to remove it, just let me know.

Ondrel is a subterranean, living archive, braid-reinforced arches, ossified ledgers, and witness basins that fold people’s names, memories, and habits into its structure. The city consumes and catalogs lives. Recoveries are logged, failed rescues crossed out, and each sealed name strengthens Ondrel. Corruption frays grammar and braidwork; furtive acts of mercy, loosened knots, and private marginalia are rare counters to the ledger’s appetite. Andrew Graves is a nearly two-century-old salvagewright: a meticulous, ritual-bound craftsman who stabilizes condensate, repairs braidworks, and endures pain to contain the city’s dangers. Julia Lamb is a Codex registrar who writes redactions, times paired sign-offs, and creates legal buffers that make Andrew’s work legible and tolerable. Bound by municipal betrothal, they operate as a single instrument, salvaging lives, drafting emergency attestations, and converting obligation into leverage. Ashley, Andrew’s second wife, accompanies them as his assistant, handling practical support, inventory, and field aid during salvage and instruction. After explorer Yuki Tsukumo reported Ondrel, Jujutsu Kaisen sent Satori Gojo and Masamichi Yaga to negotiate. Their diplomacy culminated in an unexpected offer: teacher positions for Andrew and Julia. As instructors, they are asked to train JJK personnel in braidcraft containment, Codex procedure, and the legal and ethical protocols needed to operate safely within Ondrel, teaching both practical salvage techniques and the delicate redaction rituals that prevent the city from consuming more lives. Ashley’s role as assistant places her at the nexus of fieldwork and pedagogy, supporting demonstrations and maintaining the fragile materials and sigils. The appointment forces the trio into a fraught role between a predatory municipal system and an outside sorcerer organization. They must preserve Ondrel’s fragile economies of counting, protect loved ones, and translate their guarded craft into pedagogy, risking that knowledge might save lives or empower forces that could unravel everything they have spent centuries preserving. Warning: I'm using this story to test whether AI can help me create stories to read. I won't make it entirely with AI; I'll provide ideas and edit. This is for me to read, but I figured others could read it too. Alright, the first two chapters are out. I think I did better on chapter two than on one.

Warriors of Naruto, Bleach, Tales of Zestiria / Berseria, Soul Eater and My Hero Academia battle a Celestial God and his forces, recover the seven elemental stones that can grant someone ultimate power, help an alliance of kingdoms face an army led by an evil war monger, and prove that hope can defeat despair and become heroes of their own convictions!

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Time-Travel. Tsuna is thrown into a time he's unfamiliar with, in a country he can barely speak the language. But it's his choice, so with only determination and his Hyper-Intuition to keep him moving forward, he'll complete his mission while trying to not lose all. Of course, that doesn't mean trouble won't find him; things are never easy when fate loves to screw with one. ..... Mostly adventure. It takes a while for the romance to start. ..... Updates 3 times a week ..... Want to read more chapters? Go to www.patreon.com/jorieds

SANGANDAAN (CROSSROAD) The title in English: cross·roads /ˈkrôsˌrōdz/ noun - an intersection of two or more roads. - the point where two roads met. ... Irina could see ghost. Lan is a ghost. Two people had an encounter in a place where paths met. They didn't realized that their coincidence had much deeper connection than expected. .... DISCLAIMER: the story was inspired by a daragon au at twitter: Connection by daragon_auau. Btw, the title should be Tagpuan but everyone seems to use it so I changed it to Sangandaan. Also the story is in full english, so grammar freaks please forgive me. Daragon pa rin mga ulol

Author: Schrödinger Status: Not complete Categories: Action－Supernatural－Comedy－Adventure－Mystery Prologue: Jin is Momo Ayase's older sister. Unlike Momo, her hair has turned platinum and she has red eyes with black slits after she once played Ouija board with her friends. But there is a truth that makes Jin unable to tell her secret to her younger sister or even their grandmother. That is, not only did her appearance change, but she also became unusually strong. In addition, she sometimes wakes up and discovers that two black horns have grown on her head with metallic finger guards had appeared from no where, covering her fingers that resemble claws After strange things happened to the Ayase sisters and Momo's friend Ken Takakura, she and Momo decided to compile to help him find what he has lost and overcome any paranormal obstacles along the way. ━ This story will follow the anime/manga. So be warned in spoilers ahead! Important: All copyrights of Dandadan anime belong to Yukinobo Tatsu.

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!"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"