Harry Potter Imagines

PLEASE DON'T VOTE!Title: 망겜 속 황태자가 아이돌을 잘함Author: B2KWhile living as an idol trainee, I suddenly possessed the crown prince of a ruined game.After many twists and turns, I completed the final quest and was about to return to realitywhen I returned to the idol survival program in a possessed state.

The story starts with "Once upon a time" and ends up with "She died with her head unattached to her body."And her world did not end with a bang, or a scream but rather in one small sob.

In this reality, Ayanokouji decided he wants to be an Ikemen, let's see how this goes! There will be plot deviations. This is my restarted version. If you want to see the original bad draft then just look at my profile. I'm a novice and this is technically my second but same thing applies, please? Don't sacrifice me for my wrongdoings! Criticism is very very welcome, just don't lay into me like I killed your dog. So without further ado, let this fic be fixed! Btw the writing style changes a bit into the story. All credits go to Syougo Kinugasa!Yandere Kikyo x Kiyotaka

Author: Guatian's Dream ManLink: https://www.ahfgb.com/132_132838/Others dress up as the heroine in the book, but she dresses up as the cannon fodder female supporting character. It doesn't matter if the female partner is a female partner or not, there is absolutely no way that a cannon fodder can be used as cannon fodder. Relying on the golden finger gifted by God, she must make a good breakthrough in this apocalypse! If you don't have enough strength, just try to develop. If you are capable, stay away from the male and female protagonists of the original book! Fight monsters and upgrade along the way, stay away from the fate of cannon fodder, and become your own protagonist! NOTE: Story not mine. For offline reading purposes only!

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has.His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs.God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy!His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate?Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.

Минсоны история не моя

just some pieces I've put together, it's alright I suppose.

The proposal is to keep writing Many very short stories (of hope) In the form of poetry With 5 to 10 lines eachAbout some people Who live in a special placeCalled The House of Ten Thousand OrphansFor this volume 2I will be posting new parts without rushingGood reading