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Zoe is a teenage girl convicted of a murder she didn't commit, but that doesn't matter in the Arena of Justice. You either win your fights, or you die. ***** Seventeen-year-old Zoe never expected to find herself on the wrong side of the law, but when she's convicted of a murder she didn't commit, she's sentenced to the Arena of Justice - the home of gladiator matches where murderers fight murderers, and every fight ends with a death. Zoe's plan for surviving is simple: ignore the other inmates and fly under the radar until it's time to fight, but that's easier said than done. As hard as she tries to hate those she must kill, Zoe soon befriends the other inmates and falls in love - a deadly proposition when a moment's hesitation can prove fatal. It's up to Zoe to save her life, no matter how hard the system is trying to kill her. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

A broke, straight-edged high schooler must fight her feelings for her new cocky admirer or risk being stuck in a dead-end town forever. ***** Seventeen-year-old control freak Meg is determined to leave her dead-end town for good. But when a handsome stranger walks into her diner and leaves her a hundred-dollar bill, Meg's life takes a turn for the worse, and she finds herself falling for the kind of guy she definitely shouldn't be. With college around the corner and her future on the line, Meg knows she must fight against her feelings for Nate or risk losing the one thing she's fought so hard for - control. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] (Written by @officialrachaelrose, previously known as @Rachksnaps) *If you aren't reading this book on Wattpad, it has been stolen. Please report the website!* Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

"You're my hero, Superwoman," he said, his voice rough like gravel - like he wasn't used to saying anything soft. I smiled, his gaze steady as I tied the last strip of the bandage around his shoulder. "How come my superpowers don't work on you and me?" I asked, quietly, like it wasn't already eating me alive. He didn't flinch. "Maybe they don't work on people who already belong to you." His callused hand brushed my cheek. My chest ached. "Sukhala mama, ungowami wena." And the tears came. Because I'd asked him to fake love me. And now I didn't know where the lie ended and the truth began. He said "mama." inqondo yagoloza,intliziyo yavuma. (my brain said no, but my heart said yes) Ngewami Mamba is a force-an award-winning gynecologist, tech mogul, and humanitarian with a passport full of stamps and a bank account in pounds, not rands. She's the woman every man wants and every woman envies. But when her younger sister announces an unexpected engagement, Ngewami's perfectly curated world tilts off its axis. She was supposed to be first. The wife. The bride. The standard. Now, with the spotlight slipping and her ego bruised, Ngewami will stop at nothing to beat her sister to the altar-even if it means faking a relationship with the one kind of man she's always sworn off: A Zulu man. Sharp-tongued, emotionally armored, and unapologetically ambitious, Ngewami isn't looking for love-she's looking for a win. But love has a twisted sense of humor. And it just might be written in bold, bloody Zulu.

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"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." ╰┈➤As I pushed open the door, the air was thick with the scent of betrayal. My heart stilled. There he was-my husband, my Rudraksh, with another woman in his arms. His fingers traced her waist like she belonged there, like I was nothing but a ghost haunting a home that was never mine. ╰┈➤I staggered forward, my vision blurring, my soul shattering. "How much more do I have to suffer, Rudraksh?" My voice trembled, but he only smirked-a cruel curve of lips that held no mercy. ╰┈➤He stepped toward me, his grip like fire searing my wrist before he shoved me out of his world, out of his heart. The door slammed shut, locking me outside-where I had always been. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙... 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. Rudraksh Rajput X Arohi Mehra 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Sc'the is a Dragon, who wouldn't want to be one?! But he's not a normal dragon that people often read about. There was no dungeon for him to wake up endangered by, there was no siblings to bug him, and there certainly wasn't just a strange screen showing what he'd become. There was a Voice too. Oh, but this is Sc'the's second life, and going from a human kid that was starting to give up on life, to becoming one of the most important beings of an entire planet is certainly a shocking twist of fate.

< This is just a side gig really, I much prefer full works, this is just for scrapped plots, ideas, and ideas I have which I can't extend to being a full book! >

As Chloe struggles to understand her new reality, unknown forces begin to stir in the shadows, and an ancient power awakens, bringing with it secrets that could change everything. Yet, in the midst of this looming storm, she turns the key to a small café on the corner-its warm lights spilling into the night. Meanwhile, her friends begin uncovering mysteries of their own, each discovery pulling them deeper into a world far stranger than they imagined also dealing with other strange things. Together, they must navigate the unknown, even as the lines between truth, myth, and destiny begin to blur. ∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼ ℙ.𝕊. ᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙ ᵀʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴬᶻᵗᵉᶜ ᶜᵘˡᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃʳᵏˢ ᵐʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃᵗⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ. I'll do my best to make this story stand out from others. It will include Spanish, a few Nahuatl expressions, and some French, each with translations provided for your convenience. 🔥Contains elements of fear and some violence. ᴺᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ. ᴺᵉʷ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ. ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, but I am intrigued writing about Paris. From here on, the remaining chapters will unfold entirely through dialogues.

This is a Sequel. "..." Kushida. Oh, She realised that even Ichinose Honami, cut her off like a lizard's tale, not that important. Just like that straight girl, Horikita. 'Didn't you obviously call me Kushida-chan last time? Why throw me away?' Kushida-san was doubting her life. Where did she go wrong? She looked at Ichinose with a cloud inside her heart. _____________ Brief Description - After spending three weeks recovering in the hospital due to a car accident, Hikigaya Hachiman thought he had missed the opportunity to integrate into the class. But he was sent a special recommendation letter by the principal. It was suggested that he'll go to Tokyo, Advanced Nurturing High School, which only opened in May. No copyright ©️ infringement intended. I do not own Classroom of the Elite and Oregairu. This is Fanfiction! All credit goes to the author of the series, Kinugasa Syougo, and Wataru Watari. Credit of Images used in the book goes to their respective owners. Updates - Mon, Wed, Fri, Sun ____________ To Read 45+ Advanced Chapters, and support this novel, pls join me on Patreon. Link - patreon.com/CoteLover Thank you so much for your Support!

投票と要求の本 | 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋 & 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ━ ( various polls & requests ) ━ ━ ━ ━ ➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, polls will be announced regarding future books, and readers themselves can request certain books for specific fandoms/characters ━ ━ ━ ━ ➺ started: n/a ➺ ended: n/a ➺ status: open ➺ updates: randomly ━ ━ ━ ━

Cover made by me. this'll be a book of ships of any kind!! any ship is allowed except proships and etc yknow you can also request some one-shots too! (⚠️ will mostly contain platonic ships or fluff ⚠️) -#2 in Dandysworldships 6/12/25 -#3 in Dandysworldships 8/1/25 -#1 in Dandysworldships 9/8/25

What if I make a seemingly random story about a rapture who is actually a reader insert surviving on the wild, meeting other raptures, Nikke, and humans. Then messing with plot in more ways than one? It's a crazy idea, so I'm gonna write it. Oh, and this story contains various experimental concepts that are plotlines for this fanfiction, and is Action Packed on later chapters. (Thanks to SimpusMogus the Lolimancer for the (old) Title Art)

[ON-HOLD - but will still receive updates] He fell into the thin, brittle layer of ice below, the ice shattering like glass as the brunet submerged into the depths. He barely had enough energy to move a finger much less swim up to the surface. 'Guess this is the end, huh?' He thought wearily, sighing in defeat. Closing his eyes, accepting death. Their eyes squinted as they were met with a sudden bright light. As if time had slowed, everything except them, went white and Boboiboy who was slowly drifting away. 'What the-' They thought but was cut off as everything went blank white. -------------------------- Start: Apr 23rd 2021 Rewrite: Feb 28th 2022 Edit : Apr 2nd 2024

What happens when the most powerful person in the Dream SMP becomes crazy in love with one of her members? Let's find out together shall we? Also I have a self insert, you'll know him when ya see him.

Aaron is tall, has muscles and tattoos, but is the gentlest man you'll ever meet. He works in the maternity ward as a nurse; he has always loved babies and was a natural with them. His friends at the hospital often called him 'The Baby Whisperer.' When a baby girl was left in the nursery with no name and no record of who had her, he takes her home and tries to be a father figure for her. With the help of his sister, dad, and Anya, watch (or read better yet) Aaron try to take care of a newborn.

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.

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My never Ending Sakura One Shot series. Each a New Patting With a Different AU

Random stuff |All the characters are age up by 18 to 19.|