Weep Rwby

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity. Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask. Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie! Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!

Un chico sin ningún recuerdo de su anterior vida, es reencarnado en el mundo de Remnant por una diosa desconocida, con una misión. Cogerse a todas las mujeres que pueda...

The story revolves around the aftermath of Asa's death, in his funeral where people gathered he watched as his parents weeped but from afar his classmate Yanami is staring directly at him.

It's said that when the voice of the weeping angel is heard during the battle field, your time has come to an end. As the lives of the people in the town are being threatened by that same demon in disguise, how will they figure out a way to stop this harbinger of death... Before it claims it's next victim... ------ Hey guys, hope you enjoy this one shot, I'll be making a part too soon, so enjoy and stay blessed

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years.

Synopsis He is a nightmare born from daydream. She is madness in a pretty package. “The more I ignore you, the more you adore me? I don’t love you.” Gabriella stared at the man before her and she could help but admit that he was every woman’s wet dream. “ I have enough love for us to share.” A smirk appeared on Alessandro’s face as he slowly leaned closer to her until there was a few inches between their lips. Seeing him so close to her, she struggled to cover her dismay about his boldness. Gabriella swallowed hard. “Stay away from me.” He could see the pulse beating in her throat, he could see the tiny fleck of fear and nervousness. Without thinking, he covered her mouth with his and for an instant, she yielded to his hunger, she responded as if all the past disagreement they had meant nothing. He had expected resistance, anticipated ice. Instead he got fire, and it scorched through his blood, his only thought was tangling in the sheets with her.. Gabriella jerked her mouth away and slapped him hard. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Silvers of ice rose in her gaze as she shot him a glare that should have sliced him to the bone before walking away- then broke into a run as adrenaline filled her vein. She had just slapped Alessandro Romano, the most powerful man in the country. Alessandro watched her go, feeling ragged and edgy with desire. “You won’t get away from me, Wildcat.” * He was the boss of the underworld. At the sight of his mask and gun, everyone trembled. No one wanted to be his enemy. The man had developed two hundred and sixty torturing methods and he could do all of this without batting an eye, he doesn’t give empty threats. He was a monster. A monster that should never be angered or he would become your worst nightmare. When she was born, the devil exclaimed 'Oh shit! Competition.’ She could be sweet as sugar, cold as ice but if you hurt her, she would show you things worse than death. Some days she could be as meek as a dove, other days, she’s a bitch that you should not cross or the even the devil will weep on your behalf. He was Alessandro Romano, a powerful man to the public and Maschera, a masked mafia king in the underworld. He was used to taking what he wanted. Born to lead a powerful mafia family, he was not in the habit of asking for permission—or forgiveness. Willing to cross any boundary when it came to possessing what he considered to be his, Alessandro knew Gabriella was meant for him from the moment he laid eyes on her. She is Gabriella D’ Angelo, a not so simple girl. Alessandro finds himself instantly attracted to Gabriella as she matched his fire and is the only one fit to be his queen. She is out to get revenge for something relating to her past, irrespective of the cost and isn’t ready for any committed relationship. Their paths crossed and Alessandro is not willing to give up while Gabriella is defiant. Sparks fly and causes a collision followed by an explosion and what started off as a contract relationship would create a love that could stand the test of time. Would Gabriella’s revenge plan jeopardize the blooming love that they share? Would she be able to adapt to the dark side of her lover and rule alongside him?

VU Series #1: Marhea Carolina Juadron's Story Marhea's perceptions in life despite the series of enormous problems she's facing, remained firm and unyielding. With her mom leaving them for another man, her dad weeping for the relationship he failed to fix, her two brothers drifting away from their family, and their life slowly falling apart, she still views everything positively. She did not lose hope that her mom would eventually find her way back to their family and they would still have a happy ending. Her brave soul and unwavering optimism is the only hope left for her family to still stick together. But when her father decided to leave their home to forget and move to the city, Marhea met a guy who gradually changed her principles and crashed her most guarded walls she built for so many years..

In the aftermath of a brutal battle, the world lies in ruin—silent, godless, and drenched in sorrow. Among the wreckage, a lone child, barely clinging to life, searches desperately for his lost brother. What he finds instead is a nightmare, a tragedy too painful for words. As despair takes hold and the innocent suffer, the heavens remain cold and unyielding—until a god does the unthinkable. For the first time in a millennium, a god weeps—a tear of divine essence that carries the weight of a prayer, breaking the sacred laws of the celestial realm. This single act, born of forbidden sorrow and hope, sets into motion a chain of events that will challenge the very fabric of the world. But what could drive a god to break such a law? And what will be the cost of such a prayer? These are the questions left hanging in the balance, as the fate of the mortal and divine realms hangs on the edge of a golden tear.

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience. That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him. 'At least the heavens are weeping for me.' As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance. He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful. 'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.' Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realized I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

A teenager is given a choice, be reborn and forget their current life's memories or be reborn with their memories intact and buy a power of their choice but through the use of their karma. The teenager chooses the second option and says the power they want. The teenager, once again, is portaled away. A teen awaken in a hospital bed. He also remembers something he had forgot and says, "I can't believe I was reincarnated in My Hero Academia... At least it's not Marvel or DC." [Ding] [Host's Past Life Memories Detected, Exiting Dormant State] "I didn't ask for a system!" ______________________________________ Authors Notes: You want to know more details of the story. You know what to do. This book contains themes such as suicide, blood, and gore. Those who are not comfortable with these, please do not read this book. RWBY was made by Rooster Teeth, and My Hero Academia was made by Kōhei Horikoshi. P.S. First time writing a story. Creative criticism is appreciated. Sep. 15: This book is now abandoned. After two months of trying to decide on how to continue the story, I made the decision to pull the plug. If anyone wants to use this idea of mine for a story and add their own ideas and twists to it, I don't mind.

Weeping Willows is a captivating tale of destiny, power, and forbidden love set in a world where the line between righteousness and demonic paths blurs. The story revolves around two extraordinary cultivators: Yao Huaijin, a cold yet mysterious figure from the prestigious Tianyongheng Sect, and Jun Qiguang, a prodigious youth with a tragic past who has chosen the path of demonic cultivation. Fate intertwines their lives when Jun Qiguang, driven by revenge against the sect that destroyed his family, crosses paths with Yao Huaijin, whose enigmatic nature and hidden warmth draw Jun Qiguang in, despite their opposing paths. As they journey together, they must navigate not only the treacherous world of cultivation but also the complex emotions that begin to stir between them. In a world teeming with ancient secrets, political intrigue, and powerful enemies, Weeping Willows explores themes of loyalty, identity, and the cost of vengeance. It’s a story where every choice can tip the balance between light and darkness, and where love might be the ultimate weapon—or the final downfall. Prepare to be immersed in a richly woven narrative where nothing is as it seems, and the bonds between the characters are as deep as they are dangerous.

As powerful as he is. the Demon King reigns supreme as the apex predator in his world. however once he finally got everything, it became bland. sitting around the throne, sleeping, and eating. After everything he's done. It became his daily live, as such he decided to go to the land of man to feel thrill once again.

After the crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization stagnated. From that day on, people were no longer able to manufacture a single rocket, nuclear bomb, airplane, or automobile... The pyramid of civilization, built upon modern science, collapsed in an instant, and the disasters were far from over. The gray world descended with the crimson meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of chaos. In this era, human life was as insignificant as dust; in this era, humanity shone brightly like the stars. As the great edifice was about to collapse, some saw an actor standing tall atop the ruins of civilization, wearing a crimson robe like blood, laughing and weeping at times. The curtain of the era slowly opened behind him, and he spread his arms, whispering softly to the weary multitude— "The great show... begins."

First fic, Extremely Op!Mc Evil!Mc. Gamer with the ability Hakai - the power wielded by Gods of Destruction. M for Creativity, Gore, and Profanity. No lemons for the time being but it's a possibility. First world is RWBY.

In the pulsating realm of Gaia, where mana flowed through every being like a sweet, enchanting river, Arthur Cumore stood out as the lone exception. In a world ruled by magicians and wizards, he lived freely despite lacking the mystical touch of magic. Cast away by his parents, Arthur embraced a life that forced him into the role of an orphan, a reality he couldn't escape. Devoid of the ability to wield mana, Arthur found himself worth less than the carcass of the lowliest beast, its remains fetching a higher price than his mere existence. Yet, in the face of adversity, his struggles only fueled his determination. As he navigated the twists and turns that could break even the mightiest, Arthur refused to succumb to the lowest point of his life. Unyielding, he pursued the one thing that brought him solace – knowledge of the continent, Agrazeel. In the dynamic tapestry of Agrazeel, a continent drowning in pride, wars, and hierarchies, Arthur defied expectations. He became the first of the homeless, an exceptional status that couldn't be savored for long. Life led him to a temple, a fateful encounter awaiting him with an entity shrouded in mystery: Kronosia, a being above the very Gods and Goddesses of Agrazeel. Thus begins the odyssey of a perceived "trash" that would make even the divine weep tears of blood. In a world of wizards, emperors, and knights, Arthur Cumore's journey unfolds – a journey where he rises from the depths, conquering all, and bringing the mighty to their knees. Amidst the seven wizard towers ruled by the Wizard Kings of the time and seven orders devoted to the seven gods, the Agrazeel continent of Gaia will serve as the stage for Arthur's electrifying conquest. This is not just the story of a man; this is the epic saga of Arthur Cumore, a tale that defies destiny and shakes the very foundations of Gaia.

My mother is the sweet, silly, and innocent protagonist of an angsty novel. My mother was the substitute for the overbearing CEO's unrequited love interest who ran off when she found out she was pregnant. As for me, I'm nothing special. I'm just the child prodigy who became a hacker at the age of five. … Genius hacker Gu Chu found herself reborn in the pages of a tear-jerker book. She had been transformed into a cute little five-year-old. Her mother was the tragic female protagonist while her father was the uncultured, boorish male protagonist. There was also a gaggle of hostile, opportunistic relatives and a pretentious, seemingly-virtuous but vile-hearted aunt... Gu Chu straightened her small little frame and began waging war secretly to help her mother. What bad intentions could a five-year-old have? She just wanted to protect Mama. … Until one day... The man who had hunted her across half the globe in her previous life suddenly appeared. As he stared at the weeping little doll-like child in her princess dress, the man fell silent for a long while.

Is he the reincarnation of a Pill God? Or is he a fusion of spirits? A youth whose Spirit Root, Spirit Blood, and Spirit Bone were all stolen- Long Chen must rely on his memories of divine pill refining arts and a mysterious cultivation technique, the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, in order to part the layers of misleading fog and solve a heaven shaking riddle. His hands hold Heaven and Earth, he steps through the cosmos, he meets all kinds of beautiful women, and he suppresses devils, demons, and gods. Legend has it that when Long Chen arrives, the lands roars and heaven screams, ghosts sob and gods weep.

Summary: In a world plagued by a mysterious and sinister game, humanity finds itself trapped in a horrifying alternate reality. Participants are tasked with completing terrifying missions, with their lives at stake. Dr. Zhao Yi, a renowned psychologist, is unexpectedly pulled into this game, but his data source code becomes corrupted, leading to unknown chaos. As the game descends into madness, an extraordinary being, feared even by the supernatural entities within, emerges. Haunted by the ghosts of their pasts, the game's inhabitants share their nightmarish experiences. One such entity, the Weeping Ghost, laments how it merely intended to assign an additional side mission to Dr. Zhao but instead had its head severed gruesomely. Similarly, the Abusive Spirit recounts how it went to the hospital for a routine appendectomy, only to find that its appendix had inexplicably vanished upon waking from surgery. As Dr. Zhao delves further into the distorted game, he uncovers a hidden truth that connects all these anomalies. The corrupted data source code, which initially seemed like a glitch, reveals a malevolent force manipulating the game. This revelation leads Dr. Zhao on a treacherous journey, where he must confront his own fears and unravel the mysteries behind the game. With each step, the boundaries between the real world and the game blur, making it increasingly difficult for Dr. Zhao to discern friend from foe. As he fights to restore order and save humanity, he must also confront the non-human entity that has become an aberration within the twisted game. "The Distorted Game" is an enthralling psychological thriller that explores the limits of human resilience and the power of confronting one's inner demons. Driven by suspense, horror, and unexpected twists, the story takes readers on a chilling adventure through a realm where survival means more than just winning the game—it means surviving one's own darkest fears.

*** When your life is programmed and scripted like a pro wrestling match what other choice do you have but to follow the script *** Anastasia Anderson is a girl caged by her family’s norms . Everything she does is monitored and planned for her to follow . Even the person she’s to marry and love . Alexander Ellis is Anastasia’s to be husband her only duty being to obey and remain quiet. But even a computer stops when it is being bombarded with programs . *** “ I’m tired , I’ve had it . I’m not a puppet that you can toy with . You’ve disrespected me but I never said anything but I won’t stay silent anymore “ Anastasia yelled “ Go to bed Anastasia “ came Alex’s cold monotonous reply. “ No you’ll listen to me “ Anastasia said a bit desperate “ I want a divorce “ she said in a shaky voice “ hahahaha “ he laughed, it was the first time she witnessed it “ you’re funny Ana , you think you can leave , no Ana you were born to obey and you will “ he said leaving her to weep **** Will Anastasia survive or will she break loose First book please support and comments so I know how it is

Dena, a 35 years old woman, transmigrated into a book and became a 16-year-old boy. Dena was weeping and complaining about why a boy and not a beautiful girl to God, then another shocking revelation came. It wasn’t enough that her gender was changed, he also was an alpha werewolf with special abilities and would die ten times before the storyline even began. Dena thought she was done for, even dying would not bring her salvation!!! ****** This story involves Werewolves, dragons, witches, Mages and other supernatural races. Mc/ Edwin: (Dena) trapped in his body/ bottom/ Alpha Ml/ Radin: Werewolf/Top/ Alpha This story does not follow the typical Alpha-Omega relationship pattern. It is instead based on the Wolf pack system, including Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega. The powerful ones can transform into wolves. Matching with a destined mate is also sacred and challenging. Mc does not accept that she has become a male until the end of volume one. Others, however, see her as a boy, Edwin. It will take her some time to adjust to her new gender. This might make the story a bit confusing. But I wanted to be more realistic. I find it hard to believe that a woman, after 35 years of living with a female mindset, suddenly considers herself a man. ****** English is not my first language. Feel free to point out my mistakes.

A message suddenly appeared on Li Chen’s phone. “If one day you suddenly woke up, found yourself on a deserted island and could only choose three of the ten items listed below, what would you choose?” [1. A female model with the face of an angel and a hot body] [2. An experienced male bodyguard that obeys your every command] [3. Two loyal Tibetan Mastiffs] [4. A bag of grain seeds] [5. 10 boxes of compressed biscuits] [6. A revolver (loaded with 10 bullets)] [7. A Tang knife] [8. A lifeboat] [9. A set of fishing gear] [10. A standard first-aid kit (with antibiotics, bandages, etc.)] He commented below and said, “If I choose, will you actually give them to me?” He questioned, “Why can’t I choose them all? Are you worried about surveillance on the island?” He joked, “I only need to choose No. 1. 10 years later, I will turn the deserted island into Shanghai.” Initially, Li Chen was humored by the message. That was until his plane crashed the next day. Everyone on the plane ended up together on a deserted island.

As they stood in a void, ready to embark on their interdimensional adventure, Rugaris explained their mission. Y/n's enthusiasm shone through as he connected the dots, recognizing the references to fictional worlds like RWBY and MHA. Naomi, on the other hand, remained grounded, dismissing those worlds as mere fiction. With a final farewell, they were enveloped in a blinding light, whisked away to their first destination. The unknown awaited them, but they faced it together, united by love and a newfound purpose.

Reach had fallen. Noble Team is gone. And Earth is all that's left. Spartan B312 had made his last stand and is mysteriously sent into another world where magic exists. He will have to find a way back to UNSC space. He will meet new friends and new foes. –This is my first story. I will rewrite this when I gain more experience as a writer. –I don't own RWBY or Halo. They belong to their respective companies. –This story will mostly follow the events in RWBY but later it will follow its own storyline with other characters, OCs will be added in this story and original names will be added to some characters that don't have already established first or last names. Original backstories will also be given to the characters that don't or barely have a backstory, and there will be returns to different characters within the halo and possibly the RWBY universes. I do hope you enjoy this.

Ellori has recently graduated from the Witch's Academy and assigned to safeguard the young Kingdom of Parthun. Its inhabitants have been under constant attack by demi-humans living in the Weeping Expanse's vast forests-- Centaurs, goblins, and other creatures have been kidnapping women with more frequency. Little did she know, Ellori was sent here to be on the receiving end of the Weeping Expanse's sexual frustration that plagues its denizens. Illustration by Yumeko Sakino See more of my site here: https://sites.google.com/view/jamminrabbit/home Consider joining my patreon to support me and for advanced chapters: https://www.patreon.com/jamminrabbit Join my discord for constant updates or hang out: https://discord.gg/GmSYunYJjs

Is he the reincarnation of a Pill Sovereign? Or is he a fusion of spirits? A youth whose Spirit Root, Spirit Blood, and Spirit Bone were all stolen - Long Chen must rely on his memories of divine pill refining arts and a mysterious cultivation technique, the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, in order to part the layers of misleading fog and solve a heaven-shaking riddle. Heaven and earth are within his grasp as he steps through the cosmos, meets all kinds of beautiful women, and suppresses devils, demons, and gods. Legend has it that when Long Chen arrives, the lands roar and heaven screams, ghosts sob and gods weep.

Aaron is a social outcast. But he will soon relise that having people around only gets them dead or worse. Will he have the coutage to be the hero or succumb to the villain

First born princess of Goryeo is promised to Silla in marriage. What has begun as a promise between families becomes a pact sealed in blood when her betrothed is mysteriously killed. Now what binds Seol, the lady Ha In of Goryeo to Silla is a blood debt – to turn away from it would be to topple the country into irreparable chaos. Yet, her heart lies with another. Raised from obscurity of illegitimacy, fate of concubine - born last son of northern Kang clan rests on the emperor’s grace. However, being tasked with the guardianship of the imperial princess is the last of his worries. In the whirlwind of emotions that she brings along, it is not just his title that is at stake, but his heart and a secret that he had brought from a grave of a different time. Theirs is a fate from an age gone by, but a love impossible to attain. Theirs is a story written upon dying stars. *** From inside: The snow caressed him in a way she yearned to; fluttering against his lashes, tangled up in his hair. She has always felt home in north, in the valleys that filled themselves with her namesake and with this man beside he, arrows slung over his shoulder and laughter in his eyes. Silla and her betrothed would never take that place. Seol opens her mouth; it is now or never. “Don’t say it,” he cuts her off, a hand stretched out for a lonely snowflake to perch upon. It turns translucent against his roughed palm. “My hand isn’t made for snowflakes,” he sounds joyous, as he always does – when she is weeping within. His eyes remain resolutely elsewhere. “I’ve been summoned to the garrison,” he continues in that same flat tone. “My last duty here will be to deliver your highness to your betrothed.” She is unaware of the tear that has escaped, until an ice cold thumb brushes it off. “Don’t cry,” he says then and she sees the laughing spark in his eyes for what it truly is; longing. “It breaks my heart.” ***