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Barry overwhelmed by everything followed flashpoint, goes on a run faster than ever before and finds himself on another earth, middle of finale stand against Ultron. There will be pairing, in depth charatcer relationships and Barry will mature and grow rather than remain same idiot in all seaosns and do the same mistakes over and over, but what happens when his old family find a way to reach him and comes looking? Iris is NOT the Romantic interest here. read 80+ chapters patreon.com/Darkphoenix11 

My name is Barry Allen, I am the Fastest man alive. You might have heard of me but I am not the Barry Allen you know. A nameless soul wandering the endless void stumbles upon a chance a chance to make a difference, to be better P.S. I watched the entire Flash TV series, did not like many things too many regrets, I will try my best to make it right in this novel. In my opinion Flash is truly one of the strongest Character in DC verse, I will try my best to portray him here. Also I use A.I for grammar, took inspiration from existing Flash stories Do help me in making this book better Do give Reviews and Power Stones

Owen Bradford left the Corps with nine confirmed kills, a Sierra Match King under his pillow, and a system that logs his life the way a recon team writes a debrief. The reports name five branches: Glass, Edge, Powder, Lens, Skin — sniper, blade, demolitions, surveillance, hands. The reports also name a second column called Class Standing, because Gene Cousineau's Tuesday-night class is the cover Owen needs and the trap he didn't budget for. Every confirmed kill plants seven days of dead-eye that Gene will notice in scene work. Fuches has work in Cleveland; NoHo Hank has a basement and a duffel bag of cash; Detective Janice Moss has a file with Owen's name on the second page. Somewhere between a regional Dodge commercial and a shaped charge under a Sun Valley monastery, the system starts speaking in a voice Owen has heard before.

What if you woke up inside Friends… but not as Ross. Not as Chandler. Not even as Joey. You wake up as Barry Farber — the guy who got left at the altar. No superpowers. No cheats. Just a second chance. This story follows Barry as he quietly rebuilds his life in New York — fixing mistakes, building something meaningful, and slowly forming connections that actually matter. Calm reincarnation Real growth & ambition Slow-burn romance Slice-of-life NYC vibes If you love mature storytelling, subtle emotions, and realistic character journeys — this one’s for you. This is Original work.

We all know the world of Pokemon; whether we played the games or watched the anime. We have seen all the generations from the time of Red in Gen one to Gen nine where those paldea kids I forgot their name are. This is the story of Barry, a transmigrated Pokemon trainer on his journey to become the greatest.

Waking up after a 9 Month coma, a soul finds itself in the body of Barry Allen, the Flash. With knowledge about the future, read as this new Barry becomes the Ultimate Speedster.

They're calling the crimson-gold streak a second Flash. They can't see the Redline: a collections HUD skimming years off Desmond's life with every save. He woke up twenty-seven in a paramedic's body, in a world he knew only as a show. Solvent, he loses footraces to joggers. Drawn down, he outruns a semi at forty feet in one second and greys before the call is over. The debt never resets; miss a payment and it forecloses mid-rescue. Across town a man in red does the same thing for free and gets a hero's name. Desmond does it and pays in years no one sees, hauling a woman from under a sliding rig while his heart skips. But the cameras kept rolling, and the man who monitors every Speed-Force signature already has it. What Desmond is sits in a file he can't reach, held by the one man hunting a second speedster to exploit. The meter won't carry him for free.

A boy gets reincarnated as Barry Allen in a universe he knows nothing about, influenced by his previous life memories, from the very beginning his goal was to become a manga artist, but when he was only 15 years old, a lightning bolt hit him while he was visiting the Queen Consolidated company in a professions project of his school. For an entire year he was in a coma, and when he awakened his entire world turned upside down. ... I don't own the flash, nor the cover.

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?"