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it going to be a "that time i got reincarnated as slime X eminance in the shadow" . Basicly Rimuru will get bored and will reincarnate in new world and try to enterten him self , but how this entertenment change certian some one life. Try to find out by reading. And the power level of rimuru in story will be following. Name - Rimuru tempest title - great dragon lord race - ultimate slime manas - Ciel skill - god of void (azathoth), god of creation, god of information. sorry I forget the name of skill, so please make with it. Any image that has been use it not belong to me.

I'm the mighty bitchy Death everyone hates. I am the Grim Reaper forced to earth to drain the dying of their souls and determinate where they go. Boring right? That's only half of it. But what happens when my adored bitch factor goes to far for someone and they seek revenge? Well I say fuck them you can't destroy the great mighty Death Or can you? I'm planning a series, I have no idea if I will actually do it, but I'm pretty sure I will, I already got good plans for the second book ~~There is a lot of swearing in this book, hopefully sick twisted threats, thoughts, and straight out bitchyness with an odd side of humour to it, not to much sex (maybe even none) in this book ~~ Please stick around with this book, it starts off slow but it gives you puzzle pieces that you can put together throughout the book.

I was the greatest thief to ever live. And now the greatest to ever die. But it was on purpose: I've set my sights on stealing something from Death itself. ____________ I watched the grey pavement growing bigger and bigger and the last thing I saw was the silver glint of a scythe. ____________ He... he slowly put his fingers on my chin, ever so lightly grazing my jawline, making me to face him. It was unnatural, mad and terrifying. The Grim Reaper was not meant to touch a mortal. Death's touch sent shivers down my spine, made it hard to breathe and twisted my guts into painful knots. This was not right, I felt it, but couldn't be sure if he felt the same. ____________ (It's highly encouraged to read this story in one sitting to fully be immersed in it.)

When Josephine returned to her home town after the death of her parents she was prepared to take a job at the local hospital. She wasn't prepared to run head first into her werewolf mate. She spent her entire childhood as the wolfless daughter of an Alpha who thought his own Luna was weak for not having a wolf. He sacrificed his pack and the legacy of his bloodline to ensure power for himself. Now, it's up to Josephine and her Alpha, August, to save their entire pack, but they aren't prepared for the war they just joined. "Mr. August Hayes was responsible for the cinnamon rolls and the smell of fall spices. If it wasn't his intense body language or the burning gaze staring into my soul giving it away, it would have been those electric blue eyes. The same ones that stole my sleep. I gulped. Why me? I squirmed uncomfortably in front of the panel as Dr. Grace led me to my chair. She was eyeballing me with a look that told me I had to pull it together. I sat down and quickly crossed my legs, trying to make myself smaller. Nurse Kasey was smirking at me, giving me a knowing look. Great, another one. I sighed through my mouth, careful not to inhale anymore of his scent. I had to get it together. I couldn't be the doctor from New York City who strolled into Little Compton hospital and made herself look like a complete idiot. I plastered on a smile." Book #1 of the Royal Legacy series (can be read individually)

(A Bleach fanfiction) I wish to tell you the story of my adventures in the world of the living. The story of a life changing love, and a story of my forbidden existence. All in all, this the story of how my life as the future Queen of Souls started. I am known as Grim, Grim Reaper the second.

Death. A terrifying concept. But what about when YOU are Death? Is it still so scary of a thing, or does it mellow out now that you are the one cursed to replace the old Death. You had been around in the Dark Ages, replacing the old Death, and working alongside the Boogeyman, but you never liked Pitch -his more recent name-. You never killed for fun, but for the dead ones. Pitch saw it as striking down anyone you wanted, which you could, but wouldn't. You never spoke a single word to Pitch, so he grew to believe you were a mute Death.

Within this life you meet many people, see many faces, hear many names. Not many mean much in the end. I'm the one you always see last. The one who hides in plain sight I'm the one who creates your future but lives trapped by the past. The one who sees no light I am Death. Although this is my story it's focused on my heritage and those that I meet along my way. This is my journey to the next stage of my immortal plain because your destiny doesn't stop when you die, sometimes that's when it begins.

(Book 3- Can be read as a standalone but I recommend reading The Demon's Demand before this one.) Hades, the immortal demon, ruler of the underworld. Known to be vicious, cruel and deadly, offended the wrong goddess. However he didn't expect the consequence to be a gentle, happy and kind girl. Who also happened to be the daughter of the equally as deadly shadow queen. Will he change his ways for her? Will he accept her bubbly and sweet personality or will he resent it? Excerpt: "I-I haven't been able to rest, I haven't been able to sleep, breathe, think with you around." He spoke stepping closer to me. His eyes swimming with emotion I haven't seen before from him. "When you laugh and smile, I feel as if my life is complete. Just knowing your happy makes me- it just makes me feel like I've done something right. I am supposed to be a deadly warrior, incapable of feeling, but you make that seem dreadful to even consider an eternity without you in it." Read to find out! Fantasy/Romance (Started: (4/ 15/24) (Completed: 6/19/2024)

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.

*Mature Content* "You're mine," he growls, his grip on me tightening. "And I always get what I want." +++ One day, the Immortal Sin named Cian admitted himself into a mental care facility. Six years before Amolet started working there. With hope to finally have independence, Amolet took the job without thinking much of it. That is until she meets the self-admitted patient, with unspeakable powers, shrouded in darkness and mystery. When he refuses to speak to her, her curiosity only peaks, her desire to get to know this sinfully perfect man too hard to walk away from. But the deeper she digs, the more of his past she discovers, piecing together a sinister reality. But it's a reality she can't escape from, as she's tied to him in ways she couldn't have ever predicted.