mayor pete fanfiction

Marcus was a thirty-four-year-old hedge fund analyst who died of a heart attack at his desk, only to wake up as Skinny Pete six months before the events of the Breaking Bad pilot. Trapped in a malnourished body screaming for a fix, Marcus discovers he has a supernatural edge: the ability to summon an infinite supply of NZT-48, a cognitive enhancement pill that turns his mind into a biological supercomputer. While navigating the dangerous streets of Albuquerque, his new "Lucky Survivor" ability—a subconscious probability field—begins nudging reality in his favor, allowing him to survive brutal ambushes and avoid police stings by pure "luck". Desperate to escape the shadow of the Heisenberg era, Marcus travels to Tijuana for reconstructive surgery to shed Pete's identity forever and become the legally real Marcus Webb. As he builds a sophisticated information-trading network, he must decide if he will use his Wall Street skills to prevent Jesse Pinkman’s spiral or simply disappear before the blue meth hits the market.

We're Not Meant For Each Other - Are We?

Transmigrated into the neon wasteland of Cyberpunk 2077, there’s only one thing to do—burn Arasaka Tower to the ground. At least, that was the plan. But this isn’t 2077. It’s 2070—Night City is still crawling out from the ashes of the Unification War. The skyline is cracked, the megacorps are regrouping, and chaos is the only law left standing. So the mission changes. Blend in. Rise up. Win the people’s trust. Build an empire in the streets before seizing the city hall. From there, reshape Night City, unify North America, and take the seat of power from President Miles himself. The corporations think they own freedom. It’s time to prove them wrong. > “Freedom? That’s just the leash they use to lead the masses into the slaughterhouse. Ever since that lunatic Silverhand blew up Arasaka Tower, Night City’s been choking on its own ashes. The people don’t need freedom—they need order. They need protection. They need me.” In a city ruled by chrome and corruption, one man will turn chaos into power—and power into revolution.

Desde que Akiyama Ren abrió los ojos en aquel mundo… todo fue una mierda. No hubo destino glorioso. Ni poderes. Ni diosas. Ni sistemas absurdos. Solo frío. Hambre. Miedo. Y la sensación constante de estar atrapado en un lugar al que no pertenecía. Un extranjero en un país que ni era suyo . en un mundo dominado por carreras de uma que movian mucho dinero pero el tenia que ganarse la vida trabajando en lugares peligrosos y arriesgando su vida . intento mantenerse bueno pero poco a poco el dinero lo consumió junto con sus deseos mas primitivos . Y aun así, las personas seguían acercándose a él. Como polillas alrededor de una llama que lentamente las consumiría. —“Quiero seguir corriendo a tu lado.” murmuró Oguri Cap con aquella mirada tranquila que siempre parecía verlo todo. —“Idiota… ¿por qué siempre desapareces cuando más te necesito?” gruñó Tamamo Cross intentando ocultar la tristeza detrás de su orgullo. —“Tu mente es fascinante, conejillo de indias kun. Honestamente… me enamoré un poco de ella.” confesó Agnes Tachyon mientras sonreía peligrosamente entre papeles y experimentos. —“Aunque todos hablen mal de ti… yo todavía quiero creer en la persona que conocí.” susurró Mejiro McQueen apretando lentamente sus manos. Pero al final… nada es para siempre dejandolas rotas y sin nada ren solo dijo —Lamentablemente… solo quería divertirme un rato. mientras se hiba cambiando de identidad nuevamente

En un abismo de oscuridad infinita, una llama grisácea llamada Kieran flota, haciéndose preguntas sobre su existencia. De repente, una voz monótona y sin emociones rompe el silencio, revelando que Kieran está allí para su entretenimiento. La oscuridad se transforma en un vasto paisaje estelar, donde un colosal ser sombrío emerge, intrigado por la valentía de Kieran. El gigante devuelve los recuerdos humanos de Kieran y le ofrece renacer en un mundo ficticio. Kieran elige "Blue Lock", un universo centrado en el fútbol, con la esperanza de cumplir su sueño de ser futbolista profesional. El gigante le concede dos deseos: inmunidad a lesiones y la habilidad de copiar cualquier técnica futbolística que vea. Renacido como un niño de cinco años en Japón, Kieran despierta con nuevos poderes y una determinación feroz. En un mundo donde el fútbol lo es todo, Kieran se enfrenta a desafíos inimaginables, decidido a redefinir su destino y alcanzar la gloria en el campo de juego. La aventura de su vida está por comenzar, y Kieran no se detendrá ante nada para convertirse en una leyenda.

Perfect for anyone who has ever hit snooze on their dreams, Someday, Maybe is an honest reminder that even the most delayed aspirations are still worth pursuing. After all, tomorrow is only a day away.

My first ever Chicago P.D. and Linstead story. When Erin and Jay try to keep things professional, there is no denying the attraction between them, especially when they go undercover as a married couple. Warning! There will probably be a lot of angst and jealousy.

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I have taken inspirations from many different fanfictions. And obviously, the cover is not mine.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.