chloe price fanfic

Everyone pitied the Weasley boy who couldn't do magic. Hall Weasley pitied their bank accounts. Born as Ron's twin brother and branded a Squib, Hall should have lived a quiet, magicless life on the sidelines of the wizarding world. Instead, he opened a System menu, checked his Galleon balance, and asked one simple question: "How much does SS-Rank talent cost?" While Harry Potter was busy being the Chosen One, Hall was busy being something far more dangerous — A businessman. Magical supermarkets? His. Wizarding pharmaceuticals? His. The pure-blood family fortunes that once looked down on him? Slowly, quietly, inevitably — His. Voldemort is rising. Dark forces are gathering. Ancient prophecies are unfolding. Hall checked his schedule. He had a board meeting. The Dark Lord could wait. Profit margins could not. In a world of chosen heroes and dark villains — Hall Weasley chose a third option: Being everyone's landlord.

A young half mink becomes a slave, torn from a family he didn't have and into a new one... Can he get the freedom HE wants?

Chloe Bourgeois has a very happy life. She's the daughter of the mayor of Paris. She gets her kicks from bullying the truly pathetic Marinette. She thinks she's on the verge of a breakthrough with the hunky Adrien. Then suddenly, a comb appears... And with it, a weird bee creature that wants to make her a superhero and a better person. It's not taking 'no' for an answer, either...

Hey Guys, this story is written by DriftWood1965 on fanfic net. This is not my work. The only reason I am putting this up is because someone has copied DriftWood1965's entire work word-for-word on this site (claiming it as his own: Harry Potter Veela's Embrace), releasing it at a snail's pace, and is also making money off of it on Patreon. Again, it just pisses me off. Art is by Sopina by MetitArt on DeviantArt ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, I do not own these characters, I just choose to play with them in my sandbox. This chapter contains direct verbiage from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why this story came about. I have read several Harry/Multiple Girlfriend/wives stories and they all seem to turn to where Harry controls them or pure smut at sometime or another. I want to try to write a story that actually looks at the issues that might arise in a situation like. I will be keeping this T rated, so don't expect lemony scenes. Yes sex in general will be discussed, but it will not be graphic in nature. I expect to hit the upper ceiling of T but I want to keep it out of the M rating.

Toji Fushiguro died once against Satoru Gojo and another time taking his own life while fighting his son. So, what will he do if he gets another chance at life?

Lina Yue's life shatters when her parents die in what the world believes was a tragic accident. But Lina knows the truth. Her greedy uncle orchestrated their deaths to seize the family inheritance, and now he plans to sell her into a loveless marriage to pay off his debts. Desperate to save her dying grandmother, Lina needs fifty million yuan for a life-saving operation—a sum she could never hope to earn. Working as a maid at the luxurious Yuandong Hotel, she struggles to survive until a single room service call changes everything. Room 888. Behind its doors stands Fu Lin Chuan, the cold and untouchable CEO of the Fu Empire. Betrayed by someone he trusted, he has been drugged and abandoned to face a dangerous situation alone. When fate throws them together, they strike an unexpected pact. He will save her grandmother. She will stand by his side. What begins as a desperate agreement soon entangles them in a world of wealth, secrets, family conspiracies, and forbidden feelings. As enemies close in and hidden truths come to light, Lina and Fu Lin Chuan must decide whether trust is worth the risk—or whether innocence always comes at a price. A gripping billionaire romance filled with drama, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to change destiny.

Kamurocho, the city of pleasure and decadence, has been rocked to its core in the wake of the Kamoshida incident. Rumors of a hero in the underworld are breaking out into civilian life, and all have been affected by the actions of a mysterious young yakuza. Akira Kurusu will be united with new allies and face down new foes as the underworld prepares for war. Family is everything.

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!"

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?"

"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.