I Gift Trash, Empresses Give Me Godhood

Elise: I'm a kind person. I can’t stand seeing you suffer. Let me save you! This is the story of a fake saintess pretending to be a saintess. In this book, you’ll see the following scenarios: – The Saintess constantly mimicking abilities from the anime world. – The Saintess accidentally becoming someone’s white moonlight. – The Saintess unknowingly breaking others' emotional defenses. As she journeys through various worlds, will the saintess image still hold up?

Puppet was born. Puppet question. Puppet learns. Puppet develop. Puppet becomes itself. And puppet will be not stopped.

In the name of Finality, I am the Will of Honkai! Starting from Academy City, the expansion of Honkai begins. I, Selene, will eventually rule all worlds!

Markus Blackwell is the son of prophecy, destined to master the laws of fate. His parents, facing the betrayal of other gods, decided to sacrifice themselves to trap their home planet in a black hole. This follows the journey of Markus to learn about the threats his home planet faces after 2 millennia in the black hole. It documents his growth as a person and searches for ways to resurrect his birth parents. Facing beasts, demons, and the changing landscape of humanity, follow Markus in his journey of growth on Earth and in Worlds Beyond. --------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: "Child of Prophecy: Lord of Fate" is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental." This book may reference current/past politics and or religious events. Any events related to politics and or religious is purely fictional and should not influence real life. The use of these references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit any related entities. ---------------------------------------------------------

Dying wasn't part of the plan. Then again, neither was waking up as a background character in an anime he'd only half-watched before his body gave out. Niren Shoda. Class 1-B, U.A. High. A blue-haired, forgettable kid with a quirk that — in the hands of the original — amounted to little more than a parlor trick. In the right hands, though? The right hands could shake the world. He's not here to rewrite history. Not yet. He knows the plot, knows the players, knows roughly how it all falls apart — and he intends to be standing when it does. That means getting strong. Not shortcut strong. Not system-granted, cheat-code, fell-into-a-pit-of-plot-armor strong. Strong the hard way. No golden finger. No cheat sheet for the future beyond what a dying man managed to half-remember from a laptop screen. Just eight years of relentless preparation, one borrowed quirk with potential nobody bothered to unlock, and a mind that's been through one life already and has no intention of wasting a second one. The Symbol of Peace is running out of time. The League of Villains is rising. And somewhere in U.A.'s halls, a rat is feeding information to the most dangerous man alive. Niren has a plan. Several, actually. Labeled, numbered, and filed under *Worst Case Scenario.* He's going to need all of them.

This is a story about the development of a lolita to a goddess, as well a strange and magnificent magical journey. A literary girl, a musical genius, otherside, otherworlds, anime worlds, past and present lives, all kinds of arrangements that seem like fate blend together at this moment. "You must live well in my place, you must live..." "If possible, when I open my eyes, the first person I see is you..." "Sister, I will try my best to be your left and right arm..." "When you recall this memory, I will disappear, this is destined..." "My heart, it was you who revived it..." "You are my faith..."

For years, Anna never thought Sullivan was the type of man anyone should go to for help. Heck! She didn't think he was the type of man anyone should be seen with. She hated him. Secretly. Deeply. And loathed his presence. His existence alone appalled her until she crashed into his building. A loud cry for his protection and help. Sullivan didn't bother with Anna. She was too busy hating him while keeping his secret, too absorbing. Too much of everything he shouldn't be giving in to. Yet, in a fleet of seconds, she ripped his perfectly quiet world apart. As the world of the supernatural opened before her, with their unknown enemy promising a repeat of tragic fate, Anna banked on Sullivan's protection. Taking pleasure in his attention and interest. Yet, the knowledge she lacked was that peculiar interest is often overwhelming. Unhealthy. Dangerous. Obsessive. And a path of thorn that tears at the most precious skin. ■■■■■■■ “Are you hiding, little bird?” His tone was different from the usual. It wasn't the coo she knew, neither was it the song of calmness that often emanated from him. It was vibrating. An allure that in a dark and dangerous way promised a touch that would drift her alive. Annabelle kept her hand to her mouth, her heart racing past its usual rate. She wondered in that moment—now that she knew what he was—if he could hear her heart beat. As if the universe was sending her a response, she felt him stop. Right above where she hid. Holding a shaky breath, she raised her head, feeling the pressure of his feet on the wood that obscured her view from him. Surely, his ability can't go underground. Surely, the scent of watermelon and potatoes would mask her. Yet…the low chuckle that sounded like a sinister laughter made her heart jump, as her legs gave away. He lifted the wooden pallet, their gazes colliding in a fit of what seems to be prey and predator instinct. A tiny smirk was playing on his face now, the same one she was used to. And the evidence was as glaring as daylight. Blood streak marked his crisp white shirt, drooling down the side of his face to his lips—his hands, a crimson bloody mess against rich skin. The stale of another man's death lingering around him, morphing his aura and forever confirming what he is. What he will always be. “Little bird…” “Please…” Huge palm reached out to pat her nest of hair, definitely leaving behind strokes of blood. The metallic iron scent assaulted her nose in the small space she hid. He was after her heart—an organ she feared he might mean in the literal sense. As she remained in the squatting position, watermelon threatening to squash beneath her knees, she felt his pat. Once. Twice. As soothing as always for a creature like him. “I wished upon you little bird. You cannot run from me.” His words were a promise, a seal that bounded them together. Forever. ■■■■■■■ This is an enemies to lovers cum friends to lovers kind of story. ALSO... !!!THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN DARK VULGAR AND CRUDE CHAPTERS BUT A SERIES OF WARNINGS WILL BE ISSUED BEFOREHAND (depends on this authors mood *evil laughter*) SO...YOU WILL BE FINE ^.^

Chen Yao, who transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, became a low-level Soul Master in the Spirit Hall. He initially intended to settle for a life of pleasure and debauchery in the city, but unexpectedly, on a rainy night, he encountered Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, who was about to part ways with Yu Xiaogang. This gave the previously despondent Chen Yao a glimmer of hope; perhaps even he, a pathetic mess, could shine? So… Chen Yao: Bibi Dong, do me a favor. Chen Yao: Bibi Dong, get me a Soul Ring, and a Soul Bone while you're at it. Chen Yao: What? You don't want to?? You don't want to see Yu Xiaogang get hurt either, do you? Hehehe! At first, Chen Yao was secretly pleased, thinking he had the Holy Maiden's lifeline in his grasp, but what he discovered next was beyond his expectations. Chen Yao: “Bibi Dong, what are you doing? Aren't you going to take care of Yu Xiaogang?!” (ps: The protagonist is purely a background character, please be aware!!)

The events of the My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU now take place starting from middle school. Therefore, Hachiman Hikigaya and his friend Yukino Yukinoshita are going together to a new school in Tokyo.

Herman was brought into Honkai: Star Rail by a scientific research system. Originally, he could have progressed step by step in research like The Herta, becoming a genius who roams the cosmos. However, an accident occurred during the transmigration process, and his physical body was destroyed. With no other choice, he fused with the system and became its master, binding himself to the 18-year-old Herta. In order to earn points and recreate a new body, he had no choice but to rely on Madam Herta as his host and help her conduct research. Nous: What do you mean, Herta? You accomplished something that Zandar, the first seat of the Genius Society, once did—creating a Witch Aeon through the law of causality?! Qlipoth: Herta, the Plasma Spark Tower you built and the Land of Light you created have maintained peace across the universe. Not bad at all. Herman: What should I have The Herta research next… I got it! The Aetherophasic Engine—using the Imaginary Tree connected through the Path, draining all the energy of the Imaginary Tree to achieve a crisis ascension!