Bakugo Gloves

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

I went to the countertop, I took the knife by the side of the chopping board and started chopping the carrots into pieces. The game froze, this happens all the time for the past few days, but I got used to it. .... Wait, why is it taking too long? The game started to get glitchy, what happened!? Was the disc broken?Does it do something when I throw it the other day? Nonono I can't lose this disc, if the disc is destroyed, then that means Elizabeth and the progress I have done will be gone forever! I started getting dizzy, dizzy in real life. I just walked around my bedroom, Elizabeth continued cooking. She didn't detect what was happening to me because it is happening in real life. I stopped using my leg, I covered my eyes to not see the dizzy. I waited for a moment and took off my hands from my eyes. The dizziness and glitch is gone, damn, what's wrong with this game, it became more severe than before. I went back to the countertop to continue chopping. I took the knife... Something is not right, I looked at the knife, it felt like, I was really touching a real knife. But I am not using those gloves to feel the vibration. I ignored it, I hold the carrot and continued chopping, holding the carrot felt realistic, but I ignored it. I finished chopping it and put it in the boiling hot pot Elizabeth is boiling. The steam that was coming out of the pot felt warm. "Sniff sniff" Why can I smell the food? This should be VR, I am not wearing any machine or thing to smell, and also why does the floor felt real? I went to the door to go to the living room, I touched the doorknob. The doorknob felt cold on my hands, I turned the doorknob and opened it. I went into the living room. The sun rays from the window hit my skin on my arm, I could feel the heat of the sun rays. Something isn't really right here! "Is there a problem my love? You looked like you have trouble" Elizabeth from behind asked "Oh, uhh, just nothing" "Are you sure?" "I am very sure. Oh yeah, I'm sorry but I have to go again Elizabeth. Don't worry, I'll soon come back later after eating, good thing it is Saturday today" "Ohhh, you're leaving again, okay" "Don't worry, I promise I will come back" I raised my arms and grabbed the VR headset on my eyes.... I only touched the air, my four fingers and my thumb met. I tried it again, grabbing the VR headset, there is nothing there! Where is it! This cannot be! It should be here! Nonononono this can't be right. I looked behind me Elizabeth is giving me an evil jolly smile

My first time publishing please read patiently. Jack is always surrounded by mystery born in the 20th century where they are more evils that good. He is aware of the changes around him and he didn't care since him and his loved ones are happy and save. Happiness is forever so he thought. When tragedy struck at those around him, he taught law was the solution and that the law enforcement officers (police) will help and bring him justice. Then, he saw the bad side of society, the system that no one could help him. That when he decided to put the matter into his own hands. JOKER ---------------------------------------------------------- Context: There are two people in the middle of a deserted street at 4 @am. Rain falling heavily creating a sound proof around. One of them standing and stepping on the other person on the floor with their backs touching the cold floor and the rain is watching their bleeding body that never seems to end. "Please Joker forgive me, I have wife and kids waiting for me to come home", pleaded victim 1. Joker responded menacingly while starting at the man with a cold glear and blood shot eyes, " so you have a life to live? you choosed this path. You should have made a better decision 2 years ago". The man seeing that Joker wouldn't let him go cried while looking at the floor thinking that it was truly his fault he made that mistake and moved on which was wrong. But it was too late to say sorry. Joker stared at him nonchalantly getting impatient to go home and sleep since was past his bed time. Pissed off by the man attitude and state, he said to him. " Stop being a man baby no matter how you cry you are going to die anyways". After speaking, he took his rider gloves from his back pocket and started to wear it getting ready for his next act. Bending down to swat to mach the man's eye level, he holds his victim chin to make eye contact. Tilting his head to the right he asked his victim coldly, any last words? The man started at Joker for a moment by now he had already stopped crying and the rain automatically stopped too. It seems that time was slowing down. Opening his mouth slowly he wanted to tell his wishes but it was already too late. Joker had already snapped his neck in an instant. "Tsk on a second thought when you took action two years ago you didn't give them a chance either, right?", he said talking to the already dead body. After taking his gloves from his hands and putting it in his back pocket he used his pinky finger to clean his ear and said, " Good luck on the other side". He then stepped over the body while on his way back home. After some distance he paused and turned around. "That is..... if some over there will take you of course", he said after thinking then continued on his way.

we often find people saying "we only know love when we loose it". i often heard it just as a simple phase and never actually sat still to let it sink in till now when it all makes sense. We often find people saying that "HATE" is the emotion that burns with the brightest flame but little do we know "GUILT" and "LONGING" are the emotions that can drive a person through hell alive. "PEOPLE" the word itself is more complex than it seems to be . people themselves prove to be a very complicated creation made but when ignited with the touch of emotions they drive their own fates and stories which in return the other people find interesting.

"Hello, is anybody here?" Tracy called out, her voice echoing through the forest. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" Tracy screamed as the hag revealed her decaying smile. "Welcome, chosen one," the hag sneered. "Mom, I think there's something you need to know," Tracy whispered, clutching her injured shoulder. "Lately, I've been having these creepy dreams... and the injuries I get in the dreams appear when I wake up," Tracy confessed. "Your father was one of the angels," Mrs. Hayley revealed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Run, run, run!" Mrs. Hayley yelled as the Hades attacked, sacrificing herself to save Tracy. "Welcome to Wilmer Academy," Principal Wilmer greeted with a warm smile. "Here, you'll learn to be the best version of yourself." "Hi, I'm Daisy. Welcome to Wilmer Academy," Daisy said with a bright smile. "Nice one, babe," Shadley commented after Daisy's witty retort to Sharpay. "What's up with the gloves?" Tracy asked, curious about Shadley's accessory. "They help me manage my psychometric abilities," Shadley explained. Tracy Kendall wakes up in the woods, with no idea how she got there. Her calls for help go unanswered until she finds an eerie, seemingly abandoned cottage. Inside, she's confronted by a malevolent hag who calls her the "chosen one," sending monstrous Hades after her. Just as she's about to be captured, she wakes up, realizing it was another of her disturbingly realistic nightmares, complete with real injuries. Tracy's mother, Mrs. Hayley, notices her daughter's distress and the mysterious scratch on her shoulder. Tracy confesses her nightmares and the inexplicable injuries. Mrs. Hayley then reveals a shocking truth: Tracy is the descendant of angels who were banished from heaven, and her father was one of them. As they prepare to flee from the dark forces pursuing Tracy, Hades attack, killing Mrs. Hayley. Tracy is saved by five teenagers with supernatural abilities from Wilmer Academy, a school for the gifted. At Wilmer Academy, Tracy learns about her heritage and the significance of her powers. The academy, led by the enigmatic Principal Wilmer, becomes her new home where she must uncover her abilities and prepare for the dangers ahead. Among her new friends are Daisy, who can create portals, and Shadley, the principal's son with the power of psychometry.

When Sasha is betrayed and her child dies in the hands of her fiancé, she turns to the sacred tree in Willowbrook village, pleading for a chance to bring her son back to life, accidentally summoning the villainous fae king. King Izaiah, the king of the wild fae, agrees to her plea - but as payment for fulfilling her wish, he presents Sasha with a daunting challenge: 'Take off the necklace around my neck within two months or I will have your child's life.' The challenge sounded easy except, how can Sasha steal the necklace off the neck of a monster with a death touch? Sasha's time is ticking and left with not many options, she employs all skills in seducing and outwitting the devilish handsome trickster King without touching him or she would end up losing her child. Again. For a life given, could easily be taken again. —-------------------------- "Don't bother," he told her, his voice calm yet authoritative, ensnaring her attention. His lips curled into a predatory smile. "I've lived long enough to see it all, and just like the others before you, you will fail too, my twelfth bride." His gloved hand trailed across her cheek, a precaution against the deadly effect of his touch. Despite the thrill coursing through her, Sasha's hands balled into fists. This cannot end like this. No, she refused to accept defeat. One way or another, she had to find a way to reach this twisted, broken creature. Others might have come and failed, but they were not her. She would not lose her son for a second time. Sasha was determined to conquer this challenge, even if it meant defying all odds. Hell might as well freeze over before she gave up.

[MATURE CONTENTS, STRICTLY 18+ RATED, PREJUDICE, RACISM INJUSTICE, BL] The allure of dangerous attractions refused to be neglected, and distractions chosen to be explored can lead one into harmful patterns, entrapping him in cycles of addiction, difficult to escape. —---- In the turbulent times of the 1960s, Tommy Jones set off from his small town in Kentucky to Tennessee, instructed by his mother and the turns of life to retrieve his father's possessions, his rightful inheritance as heir to Barnaby Jones, as he was made to believe by his mother. Being denied his inheritance by his 'father's' friend, he was put to the test: "Show me you're more than just a colored kid claiming a white man's legacy. Get good grades, demonstrate your worth, and then we'll discuss your father's properties." Now, situated among all whites and being the only black student, Tommy was mocked. That's a lie! You can't be the son of a white man, talk more Sir Barnaby Jones. You're...a Negro. It's not possible! How could he get the privilege to join the great Shan'titon High School? He doesn't belong here! Just look at his skin sticking out like a sore thumb—peewww! Tommy was better off being poor yet happy with his fellow street brothers at home in Kentucky than being here among rich white kids who had nothing good to say to him. Well, except for… for one Benjamin Sherlock! Benjamin Sherlock, the devil son of a reputable man of the city, is a top senior in Shan'titon High, a gem of the school, the hottest of the school, yet the most vile! He cares less about anyone, he's known for his nasty self, wickedness, and rudeness! But does he give a damn? No! Tommy gets to know that he needs this guy to successfully get through this school, for protection and all. What's more, this guy seems to know his 'father' Barnaby Jones! He could really be of good help, but as they say, distractions and attractions can be very disadvantageous. Tommy is stuck in an entrapping master (Head Honcho) and servant (Host) relationship with Benjamin, standing as the epitome of pleasure, the giver of bittersweet addiction, and the full emblem of intimacy and lust! Tommy is caught up in this distraction in human form, and his actions stand as an attraction. Could this lead to love, or will it die as just a game? Benjamin: "Tommy Lee, the name fits you like a glove." Tommy: "How'd you figure that out, huh? That that's my whole first name, man?" Benjamin: "I know a thing or two, Kitten." Benjamin knows something Tommy should not know—about his father, about his past, his identity, and about his birth. And he is willing to hide it, or could he? Could he when his intentions are being doubted and he is being put to the test? Benjamin: "Kitty cat." Tommy: "Yeah, man?" Benjamin: "Let's say, just saying, Barnaby Jones isn't your old man. What then?" Tommy: "Lawdy, how can that be? Hahaha! If it ain't him, then who in the world would be my old man?" Benjamin: "A man with a reputation bigger than the whole dadgum state of Tennessee and Kentucky combined. Just sayin'.” (Update Time is irregular currently until further notice 2 - 5 chapters daily) A/N: Send A Message Through Reviews And Comments.

2215 5 Years has passed since the Honzodie Empire fell to the might of The People’s Communist Republic. Now the P.C.R. stands as one of only three world powers alongside the United North America and the European Federation. As the P.C.R. continues it’s expansion the Federation and U.N.A. search for way to reestablish a power balance in the world. Ichigo Iwatani is a 25 year old Salaryman living in the Tokyo the former capital of the Empire. His coworkers find him odd from the fact that he wares an eye patch to the fact he never takes his gloves figuring he was probably a veteran of the Millennium War and as result usual brush it off. In truth he’s a deserter tired of the army and its way of things wanting a quiet life to himself, but that all changes when he meets the Daughter of his former Commanding Officer while she’s being chased by Military Police. Feeling an obligation to repay a debt to his old C.O. he helps her out how ever he ends up doing the one thing he swore he’d never do again, and thats kill!

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.

{WARNING MATURED CONTENT. R18+} "You're following me again," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions. From the depths of the shadows, a mysterious figure emerged, his long coat billowing dramatically. His eyes, crimson as blood, seemed to penetrate her soul. He advanced slowly, his voice a seductive murmur in the frigid air. "You really do spoil the fun. How do you always sense my presence?" he purred, his breath visible in the cold atmosphere. Isolde, her fists clenched and lips quivering, confronted him, her anger palpable. "How many times have I told you to stay away from me?" she demanded. The mysterious figure drew closer, his gloved fingers encircling her waist, his touch as cold as the winter night. With a graceful tilt of her chin using his slender fingers, he whispered, "I've told you before, I can never leave your side, for we are bound together for eternity." ••• I hope you all will enjoy this one. Discord: Kuchi_G #4215 You can contact me if you have any questions about the story. Happy reading ಠ‿ಠ.

Kaiden Meiresone is the CEO of Meiresone's publishing comapany. He became the CEO at the age of 23 years old. He doesn't want to be touch by people even his family and friends, he hates it when he need to interact with people, being the center of attetion and he hates it when he stuck in traffic and he doesn't like to go outside especially when the sun is out, but, all of this personality of him change because of one person named Dwayne Lorenzo. Dwayne Lorenzo is a fresh graduate, he is 20 years old and he's currently searching for a job because he badly needs it. He is the type of person that love to go outside, loves nature, shy-type but talkative, and touchy. Because of this trait of his Kaiden finds it a bit annoying at start. Dwayne go to kaiden's back and start to give him a massage to make him relax. He was massaging kaiden's back when the door opened. "Well, Why are you touching kaiden!?" The girl asked furiously and walk towards his direction and slapped him on to his face. Kaiden lifted his head and saw girl slapped him, he become more mad. "What the hell did you do? Why did you slapped him?" He put his gloves on and grabbed Hannah's wrist and throw it to air. She is getting into his nerves. "I saw him touching you, that's why" she stated while scrubbing her wrist. "I let him touch me, and i already told you to get the hell out of my life, and one more thing you don't have the right to hurt anyone, did you understand!?" Kaiden shouted that made her and Dwayne flinched in fear.

At 1 IG humanity has first discovered Inter-Galactic travel but it stumbled upon a galaxy that was ravaged by a Massive war Called "the Galactic war". By the end of 19 IG, Humanity has won with it's 4 allies and divided the galaxy by 5, Immediately a galactic "cold-war" has been started and for Hundreds of Years the Galaxy remained at this state... Then Something happened in 227 IG... the United Human Republic Collapsed and for decades it was pure chaos. Until 269 IG When 3 leaders called MrDevus, Astronomus and Astronia, Rose up from the Ashes to create something better, And something that shall be known forevermore in history Together they made the Devlorian-Astronian Empire. They will be tested Through hell and more in-order to succeed and they all will need to take their gloves off and get their hands in blood. Will they be forever known for centuries? or will they fall into Misery, Despair, and failure.

— hello, i am participating in the fantasy carnival. I'm very late with my entery, but yes, please support and I'll send you love and kisses — The world is 4023 and humanity has advanced into 'Manamity' through innumerable genetic and technological advancements. AI has developed and it is now developing subjects in micromanaged units all over the world, called, Development Laboratories — [DL] Each DL has Sectors focused on engineering a certain race, quality, or developing prototypes of new a Specie. Within the DL is hierarchy, rules and cutthroat competition to be discharged as functioning people of the Manamity. But defying the rules and busting themselves out are Subject S-3-2-3-6-9-43-7-2 and Subject U-262-7-36-27-34-22, now on the lose. The two best friends, Ebenezer and Ambrosia, get together to make the World fall to their feet. After being subjugated to injustices, they decide to take power into their own hands. Ben is a genius scientist and alchemist, working wonders with his hands. Busting out of a laboratory with his trainwreck of a best friend, they decide to avenge for their ancestors and rule the world for themselves. But it won't be easy, given they are first time wannabe villains adjusting into society as well as trying to ruin it. There will be conflict, there will be death, there will be power and victims of their evil pursuits would be the Vampire Empire, the Werewolf Empire, the Merepeople Clan, the Cybrogs and the Wizarding World. And their prime mode of tactic? Well, Wit and Seduction. EXCERPT :: "If I ram his head into the walls, would it be good enough?" "I don't think your limbs are capable of such grotesque means." "No, I really think I can—!!" "I don't want you whining in my bed all night, ma belle. I love you, but not enough to have your snot in my hair." "Your love is shallow." He stretched his lips in a sarcastic smile, having done with whatever he had been screwdriving into the tapestries. He stepped back, taking a moment to admire the subtlety of his work. I hopped to stand beside him, tilting my head to see any differences from before. The wall was still hardwood, the tapestry was still faux fabric framed into the wall, the paintings were still glaring down on us. I flipped them off, just for the heck of it, knowing all too well they wouldn't be reporting shit after Ben had muted them for good. Freakin monitoring creeps. "Ready to be Queen?" Ben whispered, leaning into my ear as he folded his hands against his chest. The digital drawer opened up in front of us and he shoved the screwdriver and little metallic tools into it. His gloved hand fisted hard as he slammed the digital drawer back into nothingness, muscles flexing and my throat gulping. Everyday, he was straying further away from science and alchemy and further into handsomeness and engineering. "I'm always pretty enough to be one." "Of course, ma belle petite." Footsteps; we heard closing in. One of the perks of being a Vampire were these enhanced senses. With one hand on my waist, Ben sped us out through the open windows. We jumped jumped out of perspective of wandering sights and made our way to the frontline clearing. "What next?" I had only said when inaudibly, spurts of glaring red fluid, suspiciously looking like blood, burst out of the windows and rained over the lawn. "Now we are Lord and Lady. One step closer to absolute control." END OF EXCERPT. [[ THIS IS A DYSTOPIAN FANTASY SO IT WILL HAVE TECHNOLOGY AND MAGIC INFUSED TOGETHER. DON'T USE TOO MANY BRAINCELLS BECAUSE I'M NOT A SMART AUTHOR. MY PROTAGONISTS ARE GONNA BE ANTI-HEROS, IF YOU HAD NOT ALREADY FIGURED OUT THE VILLAIN PART. THE STORY WILL BE SORTA HAREM?? IDK. LET'S RULE THE WORLD TOGETHER!! ]]

It's all started with a windy day in a massive hall in the middle of the desert, where the 2nd Robot war been ended and a boy called Marty lost his family and found himself on the bottom of that hall! He wished to come out of it and in a moment of a sudden he found a shiny golden glove taking the shape of a fest made of gold and having the same sign on his Father's arm. Once he put it on his hand a massive power came out in the shape of a cylindercal shiny field of a massive energy reached the sky! Could it be the legendary ancesteral weapon? Could it be the legendary fest of Euon, let us follow and find out on our chapters.

What will you do when you wake up in the middle of the night and find a man, dressed in a black suit, black shoes, and black leather gloves looking at you with a professional smile? Scream? You can try. Call Police? Many tried before, but none survived. Pray to your God? He will pray with you for your survival before gouging out that pink tongue and gulping it down in one swift move. This is the story of a man with a twisted personality, who is searching for the meaning of his life. He lives for the thrill and goes to any lengths to get some excitement. In his fury, he impulsively kills a girl whose death was never reported in the news. Is she still alive and if yes, why didn't she report him to the police? What will he do when a mysterious part of his past is uncovered due to this event? What happened to him that he became a monster? What will happen to him in the future? P.S. He never loses his professional smile during working hours.

The bloodied and battered body fell to the ground with an ominous thud. Leona breath stuck in her throat as her slid further in the dark. He didn’t see her. She hoped the murderer didn’t see or hear her. “Tsk.” She heard the Demon Prince, Ryan click his tongue as his sword dripped the victim’s blood tainting the Phoenix Palace pristine floor. He was humming a foreign tune offhandedly. Her blood ran cold as he bent and grabbed the dead Marquis by his hair and threw him aside out of entryway. The deceased had committed a list of heinous crimes but not even the Imperial Army dared touch him. She was inside the closet and buried herself further in, getting away from the ajar door that displayed horrors. “Won’t you come out?” His casual indifferent comment after a bored sigh halted her. She cupped her mouth not to utter a single word as tears streamed down her face. She prayed he would leave without discovering her. But her brightest stars were hidden behind a cloudy sky today because she heard next the footsteps tearing the silence of the night. Her heart thumped together to join the rhythm as his humming went on. The wardrobe door opened with a dreadful creak and her breathing turned uneven. He smirked with wide amused eyes. “Is that a snoopy rat I see?” Leona shook her head as her body shook, “I-I didn’t see anything!” “Of course, you didn’t.” He whispered through his dimpled smile. He held her flailing wrist and pulled her out of the closet with a single pull that made her lose balance and fall on his chest. As she landed, she squirmed to get out of his arms but he pushed her on the now shut closet. “Please! Don’t kill me, please!” He tipped her head up with his index finger under her chin and hummed, “Duke’s Croft only daughter, motherless, prominent socialite, heir of the Penta mines.” He was listing off her life assets? “Please…” He scoffed as his bloodied gloved hand cupped her face, “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. Why would I do that?” He kissed her sweaty temple “You are going to be a perfect lover.” . Leona Croft isn’t your normal girl; she was assassinated at the age of 21, a day before her wedding with the Second Prince, Sean. But God had mercy on her and she is reborn four years earlier. It took her dying to realize she regretted too many things, to list a few, her loveless engagement, her miserable status as her step-mother’s puppet in the family and whatever dragged her under her killer’s blade. This time she wants to do it right: find love, covet wealth and live a life of privileges. But wait! Why is the ruthless crazy Crown Prince forcing her in a corner to be his wife and accomplice in his life of crime after, just because she witnessed him committing a murder of the corrupt Marquis?! Is her life going to spiral out of control once more?! Or does the Crown Prince want more than her wicked brains?

"What is this where am I ?" Were the first words Alex said.In his previous life Alex was a child of an abusive father.Since Alex was born his father used the excuse that if he wasn't born his wife aka Alex's mother would not have left them to hit him day after day.One day Alex was tired of it since it was his 18 birthday.So he prepared his room, got gloves, a mask and stayed awake until his Dad was asleep and tried to kill him.Even if it was his first kill he did not hesitate however since the knife he used was dull it did not kill him instantly and his father managed to kill him as he died and so Alex died losing hope in humanity god and kindness.He promised to himself if he ever was born again he would not be foolish and not let anyone ever bully him again.Slaughtering them until they truly knew fear. Warning this will contain gore and a lot of murder and maybe some little r18 however no harem.This is my first novel so I am sorry for the bad grammar.

Evan has been tormented for years by his bully, Tyler Miller aka Mr. popular. When Evan and Tyler are told they are engaged to each other they are in shock. Will they accept their fate or will it all go downhill?

When you witness a murder of your family in front of you, you run to your friend izuku's house, which starts a story of romance and action.

This is a horror fanfic all about a boy who went missing due to his "Friend" bullying him all these years for not having a quirk. The boy who goes missing is known as Izuku Midoriya, also goes by the name Deku. Deku was the nickname his "friend" gave him as a child. The other kid's name is Katsuki Bakugo. He has a quirk called explosion, to help him activate his quirk he has to sweat nitroglycerin. Bakugo Hates Midoriya with all his guts, but can Katsuki help the rest of 1-A find Izuku again? Warning: this will contain deep description of gore, scary moments, minimum amounts of swearing additionally a few kinky moments, (not between Bakugo and Izuku. just saying, please no hate). Highly reccomend 13+ reading this, unless you can deal with this type of story at a younger age.

“Ah~ dear Sil, I love you dearly!” {Smack!} The man got smacked hard on the head by the woman being courted, “You idiot, you should be courting that girl not me,” She pointed at a girl with a fluffy aura eating sweets under a cherry blossom tree, with special effects of course, “and I wouldn’t like you, even if a century passed! Liam Benjamin Rivera, or little rat baby, stop pulling these pranks and ask the girl you like out!” The lady yelled harshly “Stop calling me Sil,” the lady said, “Well, then stop calling me a LITTLE RAT BABY!? DO I REALLY LOOK THAT UGLY TO YOU????” The man, Liam, yelled, “Well, Yeah, in my eyes any man could overcome your looks with a day of my special potion, well, I call it moisturizing cream,” The lady said For some odd reason, there had always been an argument between the two when they happened to meet each other, whenever, and wherever, like a hot tempered phoenix and an icy cold dragon, but, the lady’s, or Silvia Vera Lapis’s, parents would always try to stop her, The reason why is because... Liam Benjamin Rivera was the son and crown prince of the neighboring kingdom, but status did not matter to Silvia because to her, his status was just how influential his parents were, not the child, YET, “Ay, would you like it if I came up to you and said,” Silvia pulled Liam up on his feet, kneeled down and smiled shallowly, “αн~ ∂єαя ℓιαм, ι ℓσνє уσυ ∂єαяℓу!" Liam froze for about two seconds, enough time for Silvia to kiss hid hand covered by his glove, “What the f—“ Silvia covered Liam’s mouth, “Family friendly!” “Eh, yeah I’ll try not to play those tricks anymore, Silvia,” Liam looked very flush and shy, not like his usual playful act, “Better not,” Silvia laughed and patted his head, “No worries I’ve got no interest in you Liam!” He smiled playfully, but what she didn’t know was that Liam was hurt to the core by her words just then. A one sided love? Find out on the next episode of dr@g0n b@ll Z! PS. Picture credit goes to whomever created it, and I'm sorry, but I couldn't find a better picture, so I just stole one from a novel/manga!

Mark is a failure of society. When he's in college, he flunked out. He tried to go back but to no avail. No job, no social life, a NEET for 5 years. "I'm done. I'm sorry Mom, Dad." He didn't want to waste any more money for him, so decided to find a very tall building for him to end "it". While walking on the road, a kid in front of him, while wearing a baseball glove drop a white ball in the road and chase after it. You look behind if there's a truck, it was close, then you smiled. "I might as well save someone before I go." You run, grab, then push him back in the sidewalk, just in time to save the kid. [Do you want a second chance?]

Pada awalnya hanya sebuah candaan tentang satu persatu orang di kelas mati terbunuh. Tapi itu menjadi nyata satu demi satu teman sekelas kami mati. Pada saat itu juga seorang murid baru muncul dia terlihat sangat mencurigakan. Kami percaya si pembunuh adalah teman sekelas kami. Tapi siapa? Apa dia ada diantara kami berlima? Atau kah si murid baru yang mencurigakan itu?

“Apakah Anda ingin tahu tentang sarung tangan tak terbatas yang sama dari Thanos?” Tepat setelah menonton tiga pemutaran perdana Federasi Wanita, Luo Qing benar-benar mengubah hidupnya karena konsumsi impulsif ini. …… Ketika Luo Qing, yang secara misterius menyeberang ke dunia Pirates, berhasil meletakkan buah iblis di sarung tangan emas tak terbatas, dia benar-benar bingung! Berikut ini adalah pertanyaan tentang kebahagiaan dan kesusahan! Tampaknya ada 6 alur pada sarung tangan ini… Jadi, 6 jenis Buah Iblis manakah yang paling kuat secara teori? Tunggu online! Seratus ribu panas! Jangan paksa saya menjentikkan jari!