tr react to yn

Karena bosan aku mengunduh game kencan. Tapi.... apa ini? Kenapa malah aku terlempar ke dalam dunia game? Dan apa, mengencani tujuh pria sekaligus tanpa boleh ketauan agar bisa pulang? Gila. Tapi baiklah, memang seburuk apa... Setelah mati berulang kali, akhirnya aku paham, Memang jadi gadis polos dan naif adalah kunci!

Na utopia sem-fim de Ecclesia, uma cidade perfeita, onde vive Yarin Zanetti, a Igreja é o poder absoluto e o Clero é o ápice da sociedade, mas todos vivem bem e dormem tranquilos. Até que uma força superior invadiu a Catedral. O Clero agora é aquilo que diz querer exorcizar: demônios. Eles são chamados de "Umbros". Os "Umbros" não são demônios físicos, mas sim entidades que mudam a aparência de seu Hospedeiro. Assim que Yarin descobre que o mundo virou de cabeça para baixo, antes mesmo de pensar no futuro, ele tem que pensar em como ficar vivo.

Cinereus'un çürümüş arka sokaklarında yaşayan bir yetim olan Vesper, hayatta kalmak için gölgelerden başka hiçbir şeye güvenmez. Ancak sislerin arasından yükselen kadim bir varlık ona dokunduğu gün, kaderi geri dönüşü olmayacak şekilde değişir. Şehir sırlarını birer birer açığa çıkarırken Vesper, yalnızca canavarlarla değil, kendi benliğiyle de savaşmak zorunda kalacaktır. Çünkü bazen insanın en büyük düşmanı, sislerin içinde değil, kendi zihninin derinliklerinde saklıdır. Kendini kaybetmek... belki de onu gerçekten bulmanın tek yoludur.

**This is my first novel, so don't hate I'll try doing 2 chapters a day or more depends on my mood but enjoy*** --- Seventeen-year-old Jeremiah caught three rounds to the chest while chilling with his dawgs at O-Block. Well what do you know? turns out he's dead. Transmigrated into a cultivation realm called the Heavenly Azure realm. He’s stuck with a system named Melo, a chubby marshmallow looking thing dressed up like he's peak 2012 chief keef who spends most of his time smoking blunts and being a vibe. So have you ever thought about what a Yn would look like inside a cultivation world? Well your going to find out. You will nost definitely laugh and enjoyyourself, so come and read this never done before novel

My first story ever. So what would happen if the characters from Vivziepop, react to one of the many timelines of the SCP Universe, this is going to be one Helluva Broken Day for them. Also, note that I don't own any characters. On a short note, I saw a lot of fan arts about it but not one reaction fanfiction, so I want to be the first to do it. Oh and to TheSilentAssassin, please keep up the good work, it is one of the best crossover stories I ever read. And sorry for doing this without your permission, but I couldn't resist doing this. Also, I'm sorry for not updating my novel, I have so many stuff do and I have a test coming up so yeah.

The Harry Potter characters will be transported to my own dimension to react to their own movies. This will take place after Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. This will be a series of the book following all the movies. Book Started: Oct/20/20 Book Ended: ---/--/-- Series Started: Oct/20/20 Series Ended: ---/--/--

Arnold Schwarzenegger I thought you said you would be back? lol

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!"

"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.