The God of Culture was drunk when he came up with the ending to Kimetsu No Yaiba, and wanted to make it up to the people within that world. 

Inosuke Hashibira was given three wishes. 

Thrown into an anime world, he is given missions from The God of Culture. 

Honestly, though, it's Inosuke, who's to say whether it'll get done or not.

ROSALIA : ZzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzz... ummm.... *toss and turns* why do i feel very uncomfortable.... i feel a dark aura around me....*sweats* *slightly opens eyes* *gasps!* Those red glowing eyes staring me with hatered..... Its ALEXANDER! my father! Oh no why is he here now..... according to the novel Rosalia meets Alexander only at the time of her death!... When the hell did the plot change!? Oh no..  I dont wanna die so soon! *Shivers*
*sobs* *cries loudly* "WHAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" (* Go Awayyyy!!*)
ALEXANDER: "Stop crying! You look like a pig"
ROSALIA: *stops crying* *Stares at him* 💢💢💢 How dare You Call me a pig! i am the cutest baby here and You call me a Pig! *Frowns* " i hauy u" (* I hate you!*)
ALEXANDER: "Tsk! i dont have time to see that ugly face of yours!"    *walks away*
*Clara rushes in*
CLARA : *teary* " Are you okay princess, i was very scared when his Majesty walked in"
*Sobs* *Hugs Rosalia*
ROSALIA: i m scared too ! thank goodness you came *Cries* " Wahhhhhhh! wahhhhh!"
CLARA: Oh No Poor thing she's trembling in fear.. "Its okay princess i'm here no need to worry, His majesty wont harm you"
Rosalia : *Stops crying" i love you clara...I'll never let my so called father harm you, I ll protect you at any cost! *smiles* "i lauy u caurah!"
CLARA: " What did princess say she loves me? Awww i love you too princess!"
ROSALIA: i must plan everything accordingly to escape death...The plot seems to changed which means....i clock's ticking... "Achooo!"
CLARA:" Oh dear! You've caught a cold,princess. Lie down and rest for some time, *put her back in her cradle* I ll bring you something warm to drink."
ROSALIA: "ummmm..... ACHOO! i vall eb vuaiing!" (*i'll be waiting*)

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Alexander De Maneva Juvenate - the ruthless ruler of the kingdom of Randall , Known to kill all his offsprings as he wanted to be the only Emperor..... Will laura who reincarnated as his daughter Rosalia be able to gain his love? or will she perish?

Zang's P.O.V

I dont know where he is taking me to. But I swear to god if anything bad happens, i'll kill him. I was watching out of the window. There was silence in the whole journey. Than suddenly Jayden told the driver to stop the vat. First I looked at him , and than outside the window. It was a quite big place with full of nature, childrens playing around. I kind of thought that came to this place before but who took me here before.

Zang : Where are we at?

Jayden : Be patient. You'll know soon..

Zang : No! tell me where are we? I've never seen this place before!

Jayden : Just come, you little pig! you'll know soon.

When i heared he called me pig i got mad. Yeah i was healthy and fat and he calls me pig but now i m not that fat anymore.

Zang : Hey! i m not fat and stop calling me pig.

Jayden : Oo lil piggy is mad.

Zang : Whatever....! but i m not coming with you.

Jayden : Ok , fine than.

I looked to the other side to avoide contacting with him. I thought that he'll tease me again but there was no answer. Than I looked at his side but he was not there. Than i looked forward he was running and waving at me with wide smile on his face.

Zang : Hey!!!.... wait!....where are you going?..... I don't even know this place... wait!

I was running behind him. He did not stop. We were far away from the entrance. He was running and did not stop. So i devcided to stop. I was breathing hard. I looked around if he's there , but there was no signal. I stopped there and looked around the place. It was the area where we played and spend our childhood. My heart felt so happy to see the place after a sveral years ago. From nowhere he just poped up behind me.

Jayden : So, how's the surprise? Do you like it?

Zang : Yeah but how do you find this place and there's no restaurant here that you told to the driver.

Jayden : I knew there's no restaurant here but that was the part of plan.

Zang : Plan?!

Jayden : I wrote the location on paper and handed it to the driver.

Zang : I was there, when did that happened?

Jayden : Yeah you were there admiring the empty roads out of the window.

Zang : Ooo you became clever. (hitting him with elbow)
But how do you know the name after those several ages?

Jayden : I spent speacial moments with you.
Those memorable moments I spent with you, I cannot forget them.

Zang : I think you should remind me later what we have done when we were kids. I m starving , I want to eat.

Jayden's P.O.V

I have a crush on her since childhood. I don't know if she knew what she promised . She did not change a little bit but she's more beautiful than before. Her silky hair, skinny legs, perfect body shape. She's hundred percent my ideal type. I didnt expect that we'll be together again. But watching her begging like a baby is the cutest thing. I just smiled at her every act.

Jayden : What is the hurry now? Lets sit and refresh the memories.

Zang : No... I want ro eat i m hungry

Jayden : I m tired.

I sat on the grass to watch her being teased.

Zamg : I ll die. Stand up, Jayden.

She was pulling me with my arms to let me stand up from the grass.

Jayden : Aii okay i m i'll take you but let go of my arm you are hurting me.

Zang : Oops

I stands up and we walk to the restaurant near the place.

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Every year, such an indescribable birthday gift would destroy my mind. At this point, there were rumors among the nobles that the king might someday give Agrigent to me as a birthday present.
By this time, I was scared whenever my birthday drew near. I didn't even know what I would get any more! I'd rather have the jewels I got on my second birthday or the rabbit he gave me when I was three years old.

"Oh, come to think of it, where's this pig? I brought him out for a walk, I'm sure."

I looked around in a hurry to find Pibbit, but I couldn't see the big guy who loved to show off his strong presence.
Where the hell did that pig go?
Then Elene, who was brushing my hair beside me, replied.

"Oh, he looked at Tosil and followed her."
"Oh, that rabbit!"

The nerve of it to leave its master alone and go after its wife?!
Tosil was Pibbit's wife, and unlike our Pibbit, she was a typical rabbit with big ears and cute ears. When Pibbit was old enough to marry, Ferdel brought a rabbit. Once they saw each other, they fell in love and became parents to four sons and three daughters.
I suppose so, but... Someone should explain why their children all resembled Pibbit. Explain why they did not look anything like Tosil, but only like Pibbit! Was it a genetic mystery? Huh? What kind of hereditary disaster happened here? 

"Lia, stop frowning. Your knight is nervous!"

However, my future was too dark!
I had shown my protestations, but Elene shook her head firmly.
However, she's unusually cold these days. When I was young, she said that I was one of a kind. She said that I was the cutest! I was not cute anymore because I was not a baby anymore, though! Since I'm all grown up, she didn't need me anymore!

"I'm fine."

Since it's awkward for him to be the cause of our fight, he tried to dissuade us. I turned to Elene as soon as I heard him.

"Look, he says he's fine!"

She was scolding me because she got nothing to say!
However, Elene didn't back off even though Assisi said he was fine. She shook her head and placed her hands on her waist.

"Haven't you seen the knight every day? He always says it's okay even though it's not okay!"
"What if it's really okay!?"
"No! It can't really be okay!"

The arrow shot Assisi.

"You're the same! You overindulge her too much, and because of that, she thinks everything's okay! Doing that ruins a child!

A man was getting scolded at the age of 30. 
I wanted to give him the title of "The dignified black knight" as an epithet, but it would inevitably result in crushing the dreams and hopes of all the knights, right?

I have come, I have been born, I have gone crazy.

This new life of mine with an impossibly long name, Ariadna Rerg Ilestri Frei Agrigent.

I was born into royalty but into jealousy and hatred due to the position of my father.

My father is a madman?

The tyrant who had climbed his way up to the top with blood and bones beneath his feet.

Can I survive with him as my father?

The Emperor is a very dangerous creature.

But he is still my father. Ai...

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© YUNSUL 2014 / D&C MEDIA

It was the first day of the third semester and the second years were so ready to rag their juniors. 
well atleast most of them were.
The seniors we're all together near the juniors block to 'greet' them. 

oh? what's that noise?  everyone's attention turns around to see Elijah on the ground laughing like there's no tomorrow.  

*Elijah's p.o.v* 
 "OUCH MY STOMACH HURTS STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO MUCH!" 
I Hold my stomach and continue to laugh. 
oh we were just roasting Ethan like we usually do.
oh poor Ethan! 
"guys seriouslyyy I really don't eat much!?" Ethan tries to defend himself 
" oh sure baby! just a casual 6 time meals a day right?" Ryan says and
we all burst out laughing again and I stand up . 
" hey ! dont trouble my baby bro!"
I say and I poke his cheek.
"aww Elijah you're my only brother !" 

" what? I was talking to Nolan!! " 
I lie and hug Nolan. 
we all burst out laughing again! 
ah how much I missed this over the summer break! 
"aye you smol bab!!!!! " says Colton as he ruffles Ethan's hair! 
"see col!! they're troubling me!!" 
Ethan fake pouts and we all go awwwwwwww and squish him with our hugs. 
he's the cutest baby ever.

After being shocked out of my life and confused why I was blessed with such a cute appearance, I finally got dressed into my school clothes which I was helped by my now brother, the one and only 
Most handsome man!
Golden Maknae!
Member of BTS!
JUSTIN SEAGULL!
*cough**cough*
Sorry, JEON JUNGKOOK!
I mean, what could I say? To be awarded with such a dream life, I must sincerely thank the person who did this all for me; God? Allah? Buddha? Zeus? God Jihyo? Whoever it is, thank you so much, you have gave me the best second chance at life and I will gladly take it and make full use of it; I will not let you down! 
??? POV:
This kid sure is funny thanking me. When was the last time that ever happened?
BACK TO JOSHUA/JAEHYUN:
I slowly walked downstairs...with my hand latched onto Jungkook's...I don't know why...but it was heartwarming and I felt safe when I was near his presence; I could tell he was going to be an amazing big brother. Now, that leads me to another question, where on earth was Jungkook's older brother, Jeon Junghyun? And plus, how old am I and Jungkook?
While these questions kept replaying in my head, Jungkook had finally led to me to the dining room where two plates of delicious food; sorry, heaven was waiting for us. 
"Jungkook, how could you let your brother sleep so late and you,Jaehyun, how could you not follow or listen to your brother's instructions!" Jungk-,my apologies, our mother angrily and worriedly scolded us.
"Sorry Mum." Jungkook nonchalantly replied.
"Sorry Mummy" I replied, for some reason, in possibly the cutest way one could possibly muster with  tears developing in my eyes. Don't ask why.
Whilst seeing me put on the cutest face mankind has ever created/seen whilst "crying", my mum's heart shattered and she picked me up, rubbing my face against hers, saying"It's alright baby, Mummy's only trying to do the best for you, okay? As an apology, how about we grab some ice cream on the way back home?" she seemed to have just disregarded my brother...well, unlucky you, Jungkook, it seems I'm the favourite.
"Okay, mummy!" I replied in my fake cute voice and expression, again earning another rub from my mum and a hug...a few hugs...isn't she just a bit too possessive?
"Well, let's get eating boys, mummy made this special breakfast  for both of you because it's your first day at school. You both need to behave well, okay?" Mum said whilst getting ready to go to work...now that it occurs to me...this is a pretty big house...were Jungkook's parents loaded? How did I not know? Plus, what's her job?
"Bye mummy" me and Jungkook replied, hearing the closing of the front door.
After that, Jungkook turned over to me with the warmest and most adorable smile, watching me eat the breakfast...I think he forgot he was supposed to eat too...

What does it feel like to be stabbed by the idol you admired ever since you were young?

Well, Joshua knows...

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The icy wind blew down Blackstock Road in Finsbury Park. It was three-thirty and dusk. Danielle pulled up her fur-trimmed collar against it as she stood waiting for a number four bus to take her to Holloway Road. She bent over the pushchair and checked Jackson's gloves were still on. She pulled them up and tucked them inside the cuffs of his coat. She knew he was watching her. She looked at him when she finished and kissed his cold cheek. 

'Who's going to see Father Christmas?' Jackson grinned, his eyes watering from the cold. She tickled him through his padded all-in-one suit. He squirmed and giggled. Danielle looked up to see a woman who had come to stand at the bus stop. She was watching them, pity in her eyes. Danielle scowled at the woman as she bent back down to Jackson and pulled his hat further down over his ears. Danielle had Jackson out of the buggy, and the buggy folded in an instant, as soon as the bus arrived. She held his hand and pulled him up onto the bus. 

The driver winked at Jackson. Danielle swiped her oyster card and deftly made her way through the vehicle, leaving the buggy in the luggage rack. She sat Jackson on her lap and pulled out a tissue. He squirmed as she wiped his nose. He watched her. She mouthed the words 'good boy.' 

They alighted halfway along Holloway Road and Jackson stood on the pavement waiting as Danielle took one seamless kick and flex of the buggy to make it ready for him. Jackson was slow getting into it; he was straining to look past Danielle and pointing to the window display across the road in the department store where a massive animated Father Christmas was waving at him. Jackson waved back, star-struck. Danielle looked at her watch. She had a half hour to kill. She crossed the road and stopped outside Simmons department store. Danielle pretended to look at the window display as Jackson sat watching Father Christmas wave his arm and mouth the words 'Ho ho ho'. But her eyes went beyond the display and she searched the cosmetics counter. She watched a woman working on one of the counters that she just knew was Tracy; she felt it inside. She'd stopped at the window many times in the last two weeks. Now she felt a flutter in her stomach. She didn't want to be spotted too soon. She wanted things to go as she had imagined, and so she kept her head down and pushed the buggy on, steering it through the street towards the Christmas market. 


The cosmetics department of Simmons was hectic in the build-up to Christmas. The atmosphere was good. Tracy loved coming into work to be rushed off her feet. With so much talk of hardship and recession, takings had been down all year. This was her chance to try and prove to herself and to her bosses that, given the opportunity, Tracy Collins could sell ice to Eskimos. 

She looked at her watch. It was ten minutes to four. She looked across anxiously at her colleague Jazmina on the other side of the make-up counter. They were both so busy; how could she possibly leave? Tracy had watched the shoppers pour in through Simmons' doors – all day it had been a steady stream. She had kept her eyes open for someone who might be Danielle. Once she could have sworn that it must be her when she saw a blonde woman who looked like a younger version of herself, immaculately turned out, bubbly, pretty, a little overweight, pushing the cutest-looking child: all golden curls, immaculately dressed – and Tracy imagined that could be her daughter and grandchild. But no, they had bought their special Christmas purchases of perfume and make-up and they had disappeared from her counter.

 'You go . . .' her colleague Jazmina said as she wrapped a package for a customer, pulling the ribbon into swirls with the blade of some scissors. 'It's five to four – you said you had an appointment?'
 'You sure?'
 Jazmina nodded – she looked as excited about it as Tracy. Tracy had not told Jazmina exactly who she was meeting but she knew it was important and Tracy wanted to look nice for it. Jazmina had jumped to her own conclusions and believed that Tracy had finally decided to ditch boring Steve and find herself a new man and was about to embark on a steamy affair. 

Tracy turned the mirror round on the counter and checked herself: her lippy was still intact. She looked at Jazmina one last time to make sure. Jazmina nodded eagerly. 
'You look great – just go for it . . .' 
'I'll be as quick as I can,' said Tracy with a frown. She wondered if she'd missed something with Jazmina.
 'You take an hour; you're entitled,' Jazmina replied, giving Tracy the 'don't think for one moment I won't cope' look. 'Just enjoy yourself – you only live once.' 
'I couldn't possibly. I'll be back in half an hour – promise.' Tracy grabbed her coat and bag and slipped out from behind the counter. She left the shop, turned right then right again and onto the busy crossroads that marked the start of the German Christmas Market. She walked past the sweet counters and the mulled wine and looked around her. The place was heaving with mums pushing prams. She passed a stall selling Christmas-themed jewellery next to Santa's Grotto. The sound of Bavarian carol music pervaded in the air, along with the smell of burnt caramel, mulled wine and Bratwurst sausage. At the exit from Santa's Grotto she found her way suddenly blocked by a young mum pushing a little boy with Down's syndrome. In his hand he had a pink pig. His face was flushed. Tracy looked back up from him to the young woman, who was staring at her, waiting. Tracy smiled, tried to pass. The young woman moved the buggy to block her again. 
'Tracy?' 
Tracy's heart stopped. Was this the daughter she'd given up when she was fifteen? Was this the little girl whose existence had haunted her for twenty-one years? 'Danielle?' Tracy did her best not to look shocked. 'And this must be Jackson?' She recovered fast, bent down to talk to Jackson, who stared up at her in awe, fascinated by her bright red lips and her inch-long eyelashes. 'Who have we got here?' Tracy tapped her fingernail on the pink pig. 
Jackson held it aloft for her to see. 'Peppa Pig,' he said, turning back towards the Grotto and pointing, struggling to sit up and turn around to show Tracy where he'd been and where the pig came from. 'Father Christmas give it to me.' He held the toy up in front of her face.
 'We got here early,' Danielle explained. Tracy stood and took a few seconds to take a good look at Danielle. She wasn't as she imagined she'd be. As far as Tracy could make out, she didn't look like Tracy at all. Danielle was skinny and dark and two inches taller than Tracy. She had her hair scraped back in a ponytail and not a scrap of make-up on. Tracy's mind was in a spin – the baby in her arms. The birth, the terrible wrench she felt at giving up her baby. Was this her baby? How could she be sure? 

'You lucky boy. You must have been awfully good to get that.' Jackson nodded, large proud nods of his head. Tracy smiled awkwardly. 'We better find somewhere that's not so noisy to talk. I only have half an hour – I'm sorry. It's the busiest time of year.' She was apologizing again. 'I've left my colleague to cope alone.' They walked past the Christmas stalls. 'Can I get you a coffee?' 
Danielle shrugged. 'Okay.'
 She pushed the buggy forward until they found a bar that had a few busy tables and a side stall selling coffee. They stood in the queue. 'Glad you could spare the time,' Danielle said as she pulled "Jackson's hat down further on his head. Tracy was momentarily flustered. She'd promised herself she wouldn't get emotional. She would stay calm, stay focused. She had so wanted her daughter to be living the dream – Tracy's dream. She wanted her to have the perfect life. It was what Tracy had made the ultimate sacrifice for, after all. Did this girl look like she was living the dream ? thought Tracy. No she didn't. She looked lost, tired, pale and cold.
 'I mean – I'm glad you decided to meet me and Jackson.' 
'Of course,' she said. 'I would have tried to find you as well but I didn't want to . . . intrude . . . you know what I mean?' Tracy tried to relax her mouth, her frozen smile. She could feel her face was so tense "that she must look like she was about to cry. Danielle stared back at Tracy with a confused look of pity and anger on her face. Tracy breathed deeply, tried a new smile. 'I didn't think I had the right to . . . You had your life.' Tracy got to the front of the queue and ordered coffee. She turned to Danielle and pointed to Jackson: 'What about him? Does he want anything?'
 'No. He's got his drink.' 
'What about something sweet for him?' She smiled at him. 
'No. He has to watch his weight.'
 'We can get him out of the buggy if you like. There's a kids' skating park just at the end of the stalls.'
 Danielle didn't answer. They collected their coffees. Tracy carried Danielle's for her while she pushed the buggy and they moved off towards the end of the Fayre. They walked towards the sound of laughter and music coming from an area that had been a car park and was commandeered for use as the kids' ice rink. It had been iced over and kids held on to metre-high plastic penguins that guided them around the frozen playground helping them stay upright. There was a queue but Tracy had already decided it was as good a place as any to talk. She knelt down the talk to Jackson. 

'Would you like to skate with the penguins?' He nodded and pointed excitedly at the skating rink. 'Is that okay?' She looked up at Danielle who nodded. 'You'll have to take him on though?' said Tracy. 'I'm not really dressed for it.' 

Tracy bought the tickets; she paid for one adult and one child. They sat at the side waiting for their turn. Tracy had the privilege of a box to sit on as she sipped her coffee and watched the children skating around the frozen rink. Tracy took the opportunity to study her daughter's profile. 

She was looking for traces of her own. Their colouring might be different: Danielle was darker, but still somehow reminded Tracy of herself, the way she'd been all those years ago when she'd fallen pregnant at fifteen. A skinny girl, just a slip of a thing, thought Tracy. Looks like she could do with a good meal. People used to say that about Tracy – not now of course! Something else . . . Tracy's heart surged a little – yes – Danielle had her father's nose, his chin. Yes – she looked like him.

 Danielle turned from squatting beside Jackson, who was playing with his gloves.
 'I didn't think you'd want to see me,' she said as she glanced Tracy's way, held her gaze for a second and then turned back to look at Jackson. 

Tracy didn't know what to say. She looked down at Jackson; he was pointing at the penguins in delight. 'My goodness.' Tracy shook her head. 'Why on earth not?' Danielle shrugged. She looked down at her coffee and didn't answer. 'How old is Jackson?' She was struggling to think of safe ground. 'Four.' 
'And he's at school?' Just started this term. He goes in the mornings. He's working up to all day.'
 'Does he enjoy it?' 
'Yeah, he likes it a lot. He's quite shy. He has difficulty communicating sometimes. People don't understand what he's trying to say. School's done a lot for him, brought him out of his shell. He doesn't see many people besides me.' 
'What about his grandparents – the couple who adopted you, Marion and Gerald? The Fosters?'
 'My mum Marion died last year. My dad, Gerald, doesn't talk to me. He doesn't want anything to do with me or Jackson – never did.' 
'Oh dear; I'm so sorry to hear that.' 'My mum was lovely but she was sick for so much of my life. She got one form of cancer after the other.'
 'Oh . . . I'm sorry. It must have been hard.'
 'You never had any kids then?' Tracy shook her head, didn't know what she should say. She was searching for a tissue in her bag. 'Will you?' Danielle persisted. 'After all, it's not too late, is it?' 
'No, I suppose not; Steve and I – we're just not in a good position to right now, financially. Steve's my husband. We've been married for fifteen years. He works for a storage company. Things are not easy for us, financially – well, it's a difficult time for everyone, isn't it?' It had crossed Tracy's mind that if Danielle should ask for money Tracy better make sure she understood that there wasn't any to be had. 
'Is there ever a good time to have kids?' Danielle asked. 
'No, I suppose not. So you never see him then – your dad?' 
'No. I haven't seen him since he chucked me out when I got pregnant.' Tracy felt an overwhelming surge of pity – it hadn't been like that for her when she got pregnant. Other people took over the problem for her. They took it away.
 'I'm sorry, Danielle, really sorry.' 'Yeah . . . I went to live with Jackson's dad but he wasn't the best either.' 'Where do you live now?'
 'I have a flat, housing association. It's a high-rise and the estate's old, bit rough. But it's ours for as long as we want it. Jackson and I have been in there nine months now.' 'But, Jackson's dad? Surely . . .'
 'Yeah – well, we're doing fine, aren't we, J?' She squeezed Jackson's leg to make him giggle. Tracy was struggling to stay calm and to understand what was happening. She had rehearsed this meeting so many times but none of the times resembled the reality of it. Jackson's turn came to go on the ice. Tracy stood and straightened her coat. She took Danielle's empty cup from her and stacked it inside her own.
 'I'm really sorry I can't stay longer. I have to go back to work.' Danielle looked at her with the wounded eyes of a child, quickly obscured by a practised indifference.Sure. Thanks for coming. You have my number. It's up to you if you want to see us again.'
 'Yes of course; I'd love to.' Tracy said it but she wasn't sure she meant it. 'I'll ring. Sorry. It's all a bit of a shock, isn't it? I'll phone you later if that's okay?' When she looked back she saw Danielle leaning over Jackson, he was straining to get out of the buggy and take his turn on the ice; Danielle was watching Tracy as she walked away. Tracy couldn't wait to get back to Simmons and the Christmas rush. There were dozens of Christmas orders to box up and tie with ribbons. Jazmina would be desperate for her return. Back at Simmons, Jazmina didn't bother asking Tracy if things had gone well at her appointment – she could see by her face that they hadn't. Tracy would normally have been in her element, bustling behind the busy counter, but she found herself staring out of the window past the back of the animated Father Christmas; her heart wasn't in it; nothing felt right and there was so much to think about. Memories came flooding back: they were painful and they made her eyes well up. They were things she hadn't allowed herself to think about for many years. She watched the mothers push their buggies up to the window and the kids waving at Father Christmas and she couldn't help but feel devastated. Danielle held tight to Jackson as he gripped the penguin and pushed his way around the ice very slowly. He was getting in others' way as the older children whizzed past and swerved in front of him. He ignored it – he was happy. Danielle moved around the ice rink in a dream, trying to get her head around the meeting with Tracy. She wasn't sure that they had really connected. Danielle had expected some sort of deep affinity, an unspoken bond. Tracy was nice enough but Danielle felt like she was being talked to as if she'd come to buy a mascara – as if she were a customer. Tracy smiled a lot, was polite, but she did what she had to and then she left as fast as she could. Danielle wondered if she'd ever hear from her again.It was nine o'clock when Simmons finally closed for the evening. It had been slow the last hour and there were only so many ribbons Tracy could curl ready for decorating Christmas boxes on her shift the next day. All the shelves were replenished; everything was laid out in order and in sequence and in its place. Tracy walked with Jazmina back to their bus stop where they separated and caught different buses on their opposite ways home. Jazmina lived in Camden, Tracy headed north to Hornsey Rise where she and Steve lived in a ground-floor flat that they rented. Tracy sat on the bus listening to the music coming from the iPod of the boy sitting next to her. She turned to look out of the steamed-up windows and thought about Danielle. Tracy was having a hard job understanding what had motivated Danielle to look for her. Danielle was a tough young woman, prickly – sharp-tongued. She felt let down. She had so wanted it to be wonderful. She had so wanted it to be easy. The reality was that it was awkward and difficult. But Danielle seemed to want something from her. At the same time she was an angry young woman. Angry at Tracy and angry at everyone. It was her and Jackson against the world, so far as Tracy could see. Tracy had a lot of thinking to do. Is this what she wanted – a single parent with a Down's syndrome child, living in a high-rise on benefits? Did Tracy need that in her life? Someone who didn't even seem to like her very much? How was that going to work out? She could just walk away now. Maybe tell Danielle that the most she could give her was the occasional tenner for Jackson. She could hear the sound of the television coming from the lounge as she opened the door. The flat was only a little warmer than outside – no matter how much they spent on heating it, it was cold and damp and the landlord did nothing about it. But Tracy did everything she could to make it a home. She stood in the hallway, hung up her coat and took off her shoes and examined the gap where Steve's shoes should have been. She pulled on her fluffy slippers then went into the lounge where Steve was watching the television, the remnants of his dinner on a tray on the floor beside him. She leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek and pick up the tray. 
'Steve . . . I don't know why you can't pick up your tray and take it out to the kitchen.' Steve didn't move. He grunted. 'And Steve, there's mud or some dirt walked all through the flat.' She didn't use the dreaded term 'dogshit'. 
'Did you forget to put your slippers on?' She looked accusingly down at his feet and his dirty shoes, then went back to the door and came back with a pair of Homer Simpson slippers that she'd bought him the previous Christmas. They were just meant to be a joke but she'd been really trying to have a little dig at him – it hadn't worked. He took the slippers from her with an irritable sigh and put them on his feet. Tracy also sighed, but she hid it beneath a sweet smile as she took his shoes and put them next to the front door then she went into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of soapy water and began scrubbing the stains off the carpet. After a few minutes Steve went out to the kitchen and Tracy paused from scrubbing to listen to the familiar sound of the fridge opening and the clink of a bottle touching another.
 'Steve, can you pour me a glass of wine please, love, and is there any of last night's dinner left?' Steve didn't answer. Tracy heard the pop of the wine bottle and Steve came back in and handed her a glass while she was scrubbing at the brown stain on the carpet.
 'Can you put it on the table please, love? I'll be finished in a minute.' He didn't answer as he took his beer back to the chair. 
'I didn't hear what you said about dinner? Is there any out there for me?' Tracy came to stand in front of him.

There is a time to LOVE ,
A time to HATE ,
A time to HEAL ,
 .  .  .
And a time to KILL.


On a freezing cold winter's day, the body of a young women is pulled from an icy canal in London . To D.I.Dan Carter it looks like a tragic accident rather than the work of a murderer . But D.C.Ebony Willis is not so sure . Why has the women's face been painter with garish make - up and wrapped in a plastic bag?

Meanwhile cosmetic saleswomen Tracy Collins receives a phonecall . It's been twenty years since she gave up on her daughter for adoption , so when Danielle gets in touch , she hesitantly begins to Kindle a relationship with her and her grandson Jackson but when Danielle suddenly disappears , Tracy is plunged into the middle of a living nightmare .


With the discovery of another body , it becomes clear that Danielle is in grave danger . There is no time to lose and Ebony Willis must take on the most challenging assignment of her career — to play the role of the killer's next victim.

In a very rich looking house, there was a 15-year-old boy laying on his bed while clenching his chest in pain. The boy was having a heart attack. He was not any ordinary boy, no he was far from that. This boy's name is Alexzander D Charles, he is the heir of one of the biggest companies in the world, and because of this reason he had to mature a lot quicker than most, Not including the fact that he was a genius. Alex had multiple PhDs in different courses, he was praised by everyone, but he didn't let it go to his head, he always helped others in need, he was a kind soul. Alex had a lot of hobbies, so he shows to the public like sports or playing a musical instrument, but he also has a secret hobby that no one knows of except his best friend, who also has the same interest, And that is watching, reading manga and anime.

Alex's favorite anime is My hero academia, and his favorite character is Izuku Midoriya. The reason why he loves Izuku as a character is because he is always kind to people. He did have is dislikes for Izuku, like how dense he is about his goal. He just wanted to correct those mistakes he made, but he can't Alex was born with a very weak heart so he doesn't do cardio-related sports, and here we are, Alex, having his heart attack. Alex over these years have done a lot for the people, he has solved water and poverty in countries, he has created a new school system and made schools for kids all over the world. After a while, Alex stops struggling and accepts his fate and die, he then wakes up in a white space with yellow balls floating, it looks really majestic.

Alex after a while finds an old man sitting next to a table while drinking tea. Alex walks up to him and asks politely if he could sit.

Alex: "Hello, may I have a seat?"

The old man turns to look at Alex and smiles warmly: "Yes you may young man."

Alex takes a seat and a cup of tea appears in front of him, he is shocked, but he already figured out what this situation he is in, so he takes the tea and thanks the old man: "thank you, and I'm sure you already know this but my name is Alexzander D Charles. What is your name Mr.?"

Old man(GOD):" Just call me GOD"

Alex: "Hmm so you are GOD, ok so what happened to my parents?"

God: "they are fine, they were sad, but they knew you would be in a good place in heaven because you did very good in your short life."

Alex: "So is this heaven?" 

God: "no it's not this is my office, and before you ask me you have 3 options. 1 go to heaven, 2 go reincarnate back into your old world and have your memories erased, or 3 reincarnate into another world and have your memories intact. The third one is exclusive to you because you are a kind soul."

Alex thinks for a moment trying to absorb the information: "ok if it is exclusive then why not, fine I will pick number 3."

God: " ok since you pick number 3 you get 4 wishes, and get to choose which world you want to reincarnate in or who you want to reincarnate into."

Alex: "Wishes this is just like the fanfiction, ok let me think," Alex thinks for 30 minutes and answers. Alex: " ok I want to reincarnate in MHA as Izuku Midoriya, Ok first wish, 1) I want a healthy body, a body that is immune to diseases, viruses, poison, my healing factor is 5x faster than normal people, and it is very adaptive in combat." God nods: " ok that was like 3 wishes but I can change it to a perfect body, then it will only be 1 wish so it's fine, next." 

Alex: " ok 2) I want the MHA anime and manga to be completely memorized in my head so I don't forget the plot. 3) I want 20x cultivation allows my training to be multiplied 20, and fighting experience by 20, with no fatigue backlash." God shakes his head: " no can do, the most I can do is 10x cultivation, 20 times is too op, and it will get boring over time."

Alex: " ok that's fine, 4) give me a high talent in learning things, like martial arts, and weapon mastery."

God: " Ok is that all any questions before you go?"

Alex: " yes this is an important one, do I get the protagonist plot armor?"

God: " yes you do, so watch out for accidental boob grabs and girls falling on you, oh and number 1 heroes looking for a successor. Now bye"

Alex sees darkness and then he feels like the space around him his pushing him somewhere, and then he is pulled out from the space and he tries to open his eyes but there is liquid on it so he doesn't want to. Then he feels a sharp pain on his butt and he screams but all the cums out was crying, because of the pain he opened his eyes and sees a doctor looking start at him as someone just so the most cutest thing in the world. He is then given to his mother or Inko Midoriya.

Doctor: "OMG!! he is the cutest baby I've ever seen in my 20 years at this hospital. Here Mrs.Midoriya you have a very healthy and cute baby."

Inko: "thank you, doctor, WOW he really is the cutest baby I've ever seen. I wish your father could see you but he is in America right now. Hmmm, what should I name you? Oh, I now Izuku Midoriya."

Izuku: 'hmm so this is actually happening, I can't believe it, I'm in my favorite anime, as my favorite character, you just wait I will make this world a better one, no matter what. Hmmm, so my father isn't here, does he even care about izuku, or did he abandon him because of izuku being quirkless? I need to find out after I turn 4, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep.

{Timeskip 4 years later}

It's been 4 years since my rebirth into the MHA world as Izuku Midoriya, and I've had it good, I found out that because my wish for the perfect body I am really cute and will be very handsome in the future, and being cute and handsome is very different, being handsome means I look attractive to other females or males but they mostly stay away from you because they are shy, but cute is when you get your cheeks attacked every time you go outside by the older females. it's honestly getting depressing it's worst then bulling.😭

Me and Bakugou or should I say Kacchan are good friends and he doesn't call me deku, but it's only a matter of time before he does😩. Anyways onto my training, I've been doing light training twice a week which is still getting the result of 20 days of light training a week, so pretty strong for my age. I'm going to really start training after I turn 4 and take martial arts classes.

Just a few days ago Kacchan got his quirk and he is acting all high and mighty and especially rubbing it in my face because I was the best at everything in school sports and grades, and I was a role model to a lot of people and them, but I never got too close to them because I know they are going to treat me like trash on the road after they find out I'm quirkless. anyways It's Saturday and I'm going to find out what my "Quirk" is at the doctor's office. When I and my mom are going to the doctors, I notice that my mom keeps looking at me nervously, I figure out is that she is worried that I won't get a good quirk because of her, so I try to calm her down.

Izuku: "Mom, don't worry even if I don't get a quirk I still won't stop trying to be a hero, and If that does happen will you help me?"

Inko shocked: "what how did you...no nevermind but yes sweety I will help you and support you."😊

Izuku: "thanks"😁

Izuku and Inko arrive at the doctor's clinic to have and quirk examination test. they go in and wait for the doctor when he does call them he checks Izuku and does X-ray scans on him and finally breaks the news.

Doctor: " I'm sorry Kid, but you don't have a quirk and will never get one."Inko is shocked.

Izuku: "hmmm, so that was the case, ok let's go, mom."

Izuku and Inko walk out and go to there car. Inko: "izu honey are you ok?"

Izuku: " yeah, I'm fine...Hey, mom, can you sign me up for martial arts class, a place where there are all sorts of martial arts teachers?"

Inko: "umm...ok sure thing, leave it to me"
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Author: hey guys thanks for reading and I hope you liked this first chapter, I really liked it. Thanks bye.

*This fanfiction does not have a system*

The Mc is a kind soul, who loves MHA, and he also likes the character Izuku Midoriya. The mc likes how kind-hearted izuku is in the show, but there is something he doesn't like, for example, how dense he is, so he wishes he could fix them somehow.

The mc dies and meets GOD then he is offered 4 wishes.

The room was quiet, and all eyes were on Raina as she held her newborn sibling. So tiny. The child fit into her arms easily, it was hard to believe this child had come from her Mommy. Those sharp blue eyes looked up at her almost curiously. Raina smiled. 

"Hello, Little Cub. I am your big sister Raina." She introduced herself despite mother having already done so. Raina giggled softly as Gale's little ear flicked as he heard her voice. There was a moment of confusion then a bright excitement on the child's face. He giggled and cooed at her waving his little fists best he could. 

"He remembers your voice." Kyera supplied as her heart filled with warmth. This felt right. This is what she wanted her family to be like. 

"Oh? Is that so little cub?" Raina asked teasingly. She kissed his ear, the soft white fluffy triangle flicked a few times as if batting a fly. "Does he have a tail too?" Raina asked curiously and Kyera nodded. 

"Yes, he does and he will till he is about 4 or 5. Shifter babies can't hide their ears or tail in the beginning." Kyera explained as she used her fingers to guide Raina's dark bangs from her face. 

"I see… then they go away?" Raina asked as she looked back at her Mom. 

"Nope, they are just easy to hide." Kyera replied before closing her eyes. Two pure white ears with little silver tips folded out from under her hair. Raina's eyes lit up. 

"Wow, baby brother can do that too?" Raina asked and Kyera chuckled. 

"Eventually but it's up to you, me, and Daddy to protect him till them. We are counting on you, Raina." Kyera reminded her, wanting her to feel important in this family dynamic. It was important they were all one family, not two sharing the same father. 

"I will be the bestest big sister ever." Raina replied firmly as she ran a hand over the baby's fine white hair. "He looks alot like Mommy, doesn't he?" Raina asked as she looked at the baby's pure white hair, and pale skin. Even his body structure was slender and sleek like Kyera. 

"Well, he is a tiger baby girl. He will have a lot in common with me but those eyes and those little eyebrows are very much his father." Kyera reminded her with a gentle smirk. She was obviously trying to hide her pride that the baby looked more like her. Clovis however looked less enthusiastic about this topic of conversation. 

"I think your both biased. It's obviously he takes after his Daddy. I am sleek and slender too, you know." Clovis replied a tinge of pouting in his voice.
 
"Dad, I look like you so it's only right baby looks like Mommy." Raina reasoned and hugged her little brother gently. The child was falling back to sleep while his Mother hummed gently and his sister held him, bored of all the chattering. 

"True, so True and your the cutest princess ever." Clovis preened and kissed his daughter's forehead, the previous pouting gone. 

"My Lady, Kyera I apologize for the intrusion but there are three people who refuse to leave till they see you." A maid offered a bit apologetics. Kyera sighed figuring she knew who it was. She sat up and smoothed her hair back. 

"Its fine Fiona. Show them in." Kyera sighed deeply as she did so. She knew the 3 tigers outside had been uncharacteristically patient.The maid disappeared down the hallway while Clovis used a comb to brush his wife's hair back. Then, gently but expertly he split the strands in two and wove tiny sections over until he made an elegant fishtail braid. 

"There, love." Clovis nodded in satisfaction as he used a black ribbon to tie the hair. 

"Nicely done." Kyera complimented and he smiled. 

"Thank Raina for being so picky as a child. I had to learn to do her hair or it would never have been done." Clovis kissed his daughter's head and sat back down behind his wife, letting her lean on him. 

In a world left with scars from a great war, the humans rejoice in their victory, but also weep at the cost. Unaware of the blind hatred that led to the slaughter, an entire race was nearly erased from the face of their lands. They believed they had wiped the shifters from the face of the planet, little did they know very few lived on in the very forests they visited, and in the villages they traded with. Forced into hiding, the shifters built a new clan, and lived by the old rules, hiding from humanity. 

Kyera Shade of the Moon is a Shapeshifter who takes the form of a White tigress with silver stripes. Alone in the world, and carrying the weight of her clan on her shoulders, she attempts to uphold the law she was born to, and protect the remaining of her kind. Her heart decimated by the deaths of her brothers and the absence of her mother, she finds herself caught in a net and unable to break free. In her moment of desperation, a hand reaches out and catches her. A man who threatens to steal her heart away, but can she learn to forgive herself? Can she find love and salvation in another's arms after the betrayals of so many? 

Clovis of the Dancing Rain is the fourth Prince of the Forest Kingdom. He is a clever man, but had no wish to be king. Perfectly happy to raise is Daughter in peace now that his young wife had passed. There was darkness and secrets in his past, but there was no place for revenge in his future. Not until they took it too far. Pushing his bottom line a need to take the crown lit in his heart. However, he needed one thing more than anything else... the right woman by his side. As if the answer to a prayer, a woman appeared. Beautiful and trustworthy who loved his daughter as much as he did, if not more. Yet her heart was broken, her world surrounded by secrets and shadows, perhaps she was best left alone. However, would he be able to live without her?

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