lotor and allura fanfiction

This story follows Jessica - A teenage girl who just wants her own life. However, the Nightmare Spell won't allow that. Jessica bears the full brunt of the Spell's pent-up anger and must fight with every fibre of her being, in order to survive. Original story - Shadow Slave - by Guiltythree

Congrats, he said. Superior Kryptonian, he said. I just wanted to die, not get reincarnated into a fictional world that has a continuation of a treetrunk pattern. So what if I can fly? So what if my punches are powered by the sun? And so what if my new body is a perfect mix of a conquering race of a justice league ripoff and the said Justice League which was seemingly more brutal now? And so what if the people needed someone to save them from death? .... .... .... Damn it. ___ I don't own anything.

The protagonist died in his home world and was transported to another dimension, in this dimension he was drawn on a large roulette wheel what he would take for his adventure or death .

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Hey everyone! How are you doing? Hinata here, just dropping by with a quick message I want to make it clear that I’m not the original author of this work, okay? I’m just a huge fan of the amazing stories by @kamyllalima1, and because I love her work so much, I decided to bring this translation to you — from one fan to another All credit goes to the original author, who truly deserves the recognition! This is not plagiarism, just a heartfelt fan translation meant to share this beautiful story with more people. Now, without further ado… Enjoy the read and let yourself get lost in the story! — Hinata _____________________________ _________________________ #darkromence #18+ Switzerland - Zurich Ângelo Fontana — How would you like the girl? — The biggest madam in the city of Zurich, one of the most expensive cities to live in Switzerland, owner of immorality and promiscuity, adjectives that clearly intrigued me to come to her den of prostitution, was asking me about my taste regarding her menu of whores. I drink the expensive whiskey they offered me in one gulp. — I heard you have something new in the house. I want to know about her. — I say impatiently and sit in the leather armchair, slipping my hand under my suit jacket, to my back, holding my gun to keep it from firing. I saw the lady search for something in the pile of folders on her desk. — Well... here’s her pink book. She’s fresh meat, so she’s much more expensive. — She handed me the book. I thought a pink book was for models. I see that in this brothel, things are quite up-to-date. I shrug off my thought and open the book. — Money is not an issue. — I say grumpily and flip through the girl’s photos. This is the slut, alright. I found her... I toss the book onto the desk, grabbing my cigarette from behind my ear and the lighter, lighting it and taking a drag, blowing out smoke and seeing the sign on the wall warning not to smoke in the place. Screw that! I smirk with scorn, shaking my head at this hellish hypocrisy. — What does she do? — I show interest. — Whatever you want. She doesn’t refuse anything. She’ll just act shy and play the good Samaritan for you. — The lady remarked as if the little slut gave her a lot of trouble. — She’s the worst of all the girls. She arrived recently and is the type who tries to charm the men she sleeps with to get ahead. That’s why I’m telling you, she does everything without exception. So, she’s a shameless opportunist. I raise an eyebrow. — Everything? — I repeat, needing to be sure because I’m not gentle at all. Not at all... Though, it’s no problem to ruin this whore. She’s going to die anyway. — Everything! Absolutely everything. Any fantasy you desire. — She confirmed confidently, leaving no room for doubt about her whore’s potential. I relax my body, moving my neck from side to side, wanting to crack it. The damn trip to this hellhole was a drag. — How old is the girl? — I ask. — Just turned 23. She’s the youngest in the house. Hmm... brand new. It’s obvious I’m going to have a lot of fun with this little whore before taking her to be killed in a public square in her country. — I want her. — I declare firmly. — For how many hours? I lean my body forward and stand up, walking around the desk and removing the cigarette from my mouth. — I want this little whore all night. — I let the ashes from my cigarette fall onto the photo of the girl’s angelic face. This is going to be very interesting. It wasn’t in my plans to sleep with this lost soul, but when I found out she became a prostitute, it’ll be a delight to punish her my way. After all, I’m paying a fortune to see her with my own eyes.

This is a story about a person who continues their life in lord of the rings (honestly I never read the books of Lotr or any of the other books I just watched to movies and recently I watched some YouTube videos about Lotr and the valars and took some interest in it and decided to run of it for a bit even though I didn’t research much lmao it’s a fan fic so whatever)

LOTM REACTION FANFIC

Yui Konoe lives a life polished to perfection—on the surface, meets Manjiro Sano, a ruthless mafia enforcer with a silver tongue and a blood-soaked past. When a certain sweet tooth lands him in Yui’s private clinic, their worlds violently collide. He’s chaos wrapped in charm; she’s control buried in trauma. But as fate forces their paths to intertwine, secrets unravel. Yui is drawn to his unapologetic darkness— and Manjiro? He sees through her porcelain smile to the storm beneath. In a world of scars, sins, and silk sheets, love isn’t clean—it’s carved in pain.

Have you ever wondered what is it like to work with dangerous creatures above human's comprehension ? How is it like to talk to a floating skull ? Drink a suspicious drink from an anomalous vending machine protected by two shrimps ? Attempt to beat an anti-god with swords, axes and guns ? Or maybe you always wanted to have three birds crammed into your head and then find yourself in the middle of nowhere ? All of those may never happen to you, but they sure as hell did happen to me. And now I have to deal with it. ... Fanfic itself is a crossover of Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina (Which may be relevant later on) and Chainsaw Man. The protagonist will be your normal nugget with [Justitia] gear and three birds. Keep in mind that the protagonist is quite strong by power standards, simply because killing abnormalities isn’t that easy as simply swinging a sword at them. Expect some references to the first game, mainly comparing Devils to Abnormalities. Reviews would be heavily appreciated, though do refrain from leaving a review with just some dots or something like that.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.