killua and alluka

This novel is a total fanfic based on the series of Hunter X Hunter. The only thing I own is my own character. ___________________________________________________________ Leon Harris was a dead-set fan of the latest anime series "Hunter X Hunter". He would watch the episodes every day. Unexpectedly, his favorite character wasn’t the series lead character Gon Freecs, but the cold-blooded Killua Zoldyck. What Leon likes about Killua, is that he is one of the quickest-thinking characters and often analyzes situations with great ease and accuracy. Despite his young age, his way of thinking, knowledge, and pragmatism give him the attitude of an adult. Now that Leon Harris was bonded by system 602 and was taken to the world of Hunter X Hunter to meet his favorite character, would he be able to get close to Killua? Watch as Leon joined other protagonists on this journey of adventure.

Chief Detective Bai Yohan has been given the task of figuring out who has been causing brutal and messed up killings around his city. With no correlation to what killer’s intentions are, Bai Yohan will be forced to see the world from a new perspective.

As I walk down the street I hear a scree.... then darkness God: "Welcome child I regret to inform you that you have died." Man: "WTF! Did I seriously just die from the typical isekai Truck-kun this is bullshit." God: "Well I'm glad you are familiar with what will happen to your soul I'm afraid I don't know what this truck-kun is." Man: "Bullshit you don't know!" God: "ALRIGHT ASSHOLE IF YOUR GONNA BE LIKE THAT THEN I'LL TELL YOU, YOU HAD A BRAIN ANURISYM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AND DIED INSTANTLY!." Man: "Oh..." God: "YEAH I WAS GONNA LET YOU CHOOSE THE WORLD YOU GOT TO GO TO AND GIVE YOU A FEW WISHES BUT NOW, FUCK IT I'M PUTTING YOU IN THE MOST OVER THE TOP WORLD I CAN THINK OF, THE ONLY LUCK YOU WILL HAVE IS BEING RELATED TO ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTER, GOOD LUCK YA DICK!" And then I opened my eyes to see I'm in a machine with a bunch of red threads around me. *I do not own Kill La Kill. This was all done just for fun*

A baby, having just been born into a world. Terribly confused of his very own existence. Abandoned by his parents, in a labyrinth, no less. How would he ever survive with just a Unique skill (and a unique mind) in this world with its nature of rapid, extreme self-growth?

Miki is a normal 13 year old girl but little does she know that her cat is a magical being with super powers

The past makes way for the present but never really leaves. It lurks around in the shadows, looking for the right opportunity to come back to bite us in the ass... A transfer to her twin sister, Mmachi's school was all it took for everything to spiral out of place. A faceless blue-eyed stalker thirsty for blood; a dangerous circle. Puzzle pieces which never seemed to fit, everyone playing with fire. Burns were definitely left, unfortunately, that wasn't all. Chidiogo knew for sure that something had been wrong since her twin sister, Mmachi got released from a juvenile prison after spending quite a while there but what it was exactly was something she couldn't figure out. Trapped in a web of conflicting personalities, lies and deceit, what should have been an escape from Chidiogo's scary past turns out to be much more lethal especially when it seems like almost everyone within Mmachi's circle has a reason to want her dead and it all revolved around the seemingly harmless anagram 'ekila', the one thing she should have never ignored.

Ketika seorang aktor menutupi latar belakang keluarganya,namun membawa petaka bagi orang sekitarnya.Akankah ia mampu melewati hari-harinya tanpa tragedi?

Eren had made a grave mistake in his life. He killed a younger brother. He had his reasons though. In this world, only the strong can survive. For this sin he was to be punished for 20 years in a survival game. Will he survive this game or will he face the same fate as his younger brother.

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!