Attack On Titan Crossover Fanfiction

De soirées arrosées en matins difficiles, de séparations en trahisons, Solveig, ses amis et leurs petits secrets voguent en quête de bonheur et de stabilité.Mais confrontés à la mort d'un des leurs, ils sont poussés dans leurs retranchements. Alors que Solveig cherche à oublier ses blessures, une disparition mystérieuse vient tout bouleverser.Quand tout perd son sens, chacun cherche ses réponses.Et si le plus difficile à trouver était soi-même ?"Un roman qui se libère des stéréotypes misogynes de la littérature."

Lila Williams is an up-coming actress but for five years she chose to focused on her husband as a faithful and devoted wife, giving up on her career and helping her husband achieve his goal which was being the CEO of his father's company at an early age. She had it all, the perfect husband and life too, well so she thought. Unknown to her, her husband was having an affair with her own sister, which is also carrying his child. Lila decided the best way to mend her shattered heart is by destroying the one thing he holds more important than anything else: his career. Nicholas Fernando is a billionaire first generation American; he knows the value of hard work and doing what it takes to survive. His entire life has been geared to the moment he can take the Williams company away from the corrupted men who once left his family homeless. When Lila Williams approaches the billionaire to bribe him with information set to ruin her ex-husband, Nicholas Fernando is chomping at the bit to take everything the William's prize including Lila. A story of love, revenge and healing needs to start somewhere and Lila's pain is the catalyst to the wildest roller coaster ride of her life. Let the bribery begin.

TEQUILA SET | $EX STORIES ⚠️ Trigger Warning sexual harassment คุกคามทางเพศ ทั้งพูดและกระทำ sexual Assult / rape มีการล่วงละเมิดทางเพศ / ขืนใจ BDSM / NC / PWP / ADULT ONLY TURN ME ON สวาทร้อนซ่อนรัก (3P+) ยังไม่ระบุพระเอก   Honey / ฮันนี่ ( ยาหยี ) ลูกครึ่ง ไทย / รัสเซีย "แล้วนาย....อยากจะลองดื่มเตกีล่า สักช็อตไหม?" "เพื่อว่าเราจะเข้ากันได้ง่ายขึ้น?" Bear Brown / แบร์บราวน์ - หนุ่มหล่อไฮโซในสังคมชั้นสูง ผู้ไม่เคยต้องเกรงกลัวใคร - ลูกชายเพียงเดียวของนักการเมืองชื่อดัง ผู้ทรงอิทธิพลมากคนหนึ่งของประเทศ อย่างท่านคามิน ว่าที่แคนดิเดตนายกรัฐมนตรีคนต่อไปของประเทศไทย Lion / ไลออน - มาเฟียหนุ่มเลือดร้อน ผู้ไม่เคยแพ้ให้ใคร - ผู้สืบทอดตำแหน่งหัวหน้าแก็งมาเฟียใหญ่ ฮ่องกง อาณาจักรค้าอาวุธปืนเถื่อน และรวมไปถึงสิ่งผิดกฎหมายมากมาย Dragon / ดราก้อน - คุณชายหนุ่มเพลย์บอย ผู้ไม่เคยเป็นที่สองรองจากใคร - ทายาทเพียงคนเดียวของ บริษัทเบียร์มังกร

I'm Tristan Scott's driver's daughter. Ten years ago, my father died at the hands of Tristan's abductors as he tried to save Tristan. Tristan had held me close and told me, "I'll care for you for the rest of your life on your father's behalf." Later, my mother's cancer relapsed due to her sorrow after losing my father. Before her death, she hoped to see Tristan and me marry. But on the wedding day, Tristan leaves me at the altar. I weep and try to keep him around, but he sneers and says, "You should know where to draw the line—your father gave his life in exchange for the cushy life you now have. That should be enough for you! You're dreaming if you think you can marry me!" In the end, my mother dies without seeing Tristan put a ring on me. That night, his assistant shares an Instagram story. The photo is of her and Tristan's faces plastered to each other as she shows off the ring on her finger. It's captioned, "My answer is yes."

I spend ten years helping my fiancé fight and claw his way to the top. Finally, he becomes the head of the local mafia. But once he has everything, he falls for another woman. Suddenly, he wants nothing to do with the promise he made to marry me. Just as he boasts about throwing her the wedding of the century, one of his men can't hold back his confusion. "Olivia stood by you through everything. Weren't you crazy about her? And now you're marrying someone else?" Joshua Harding snuffs out his cigarette, slowly turning the silver couple's ring he shares with Abigail Mauser between his fingers. "Olivia?" He scoffs. "She's got blood on her hands. How could she ever compare to my sweet, innocent Abigail?" The subordinate hesitates. "But Olivia's sharp. If she finds out and turns against you, then what?" Joshua frowns before smirking coldly. "Belcove is completely under my control. It's not like I'll lose it without her around." Little does he know I'm standing outside and listening to every word. I drop the medicine I brought him into the trash and pull out my phone. I text his biggest rival, Michael Sheridan. "Want Joshua's turf and his life? I'm handing them to you!"

I had been sneaking around behind my brother’s back with Eden Smith, his best friend's brother. He pulled me close by the waist and drove us wild in all kinds of places. At bars, in the wild, and in even empty public restrooms, he was always eager for more. It was like unlocking new levels in a game. He was five years younger than me. He always called my name in his pitiful and innocent tone while gripping my waist with renewed vigor. He never let me escape. “L-let me go!”

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera. Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother while exposing his father’s crimes.

A week before my death, my Alpha mate's childhood sweetheart Sarah returned to our pack. That night, he didn't come home. The next day, I received his mind-link. "I've purchased a mate-bond severing potion from the pack witch. Come home now so we can break our bond." In our pack, the Moon Goddess was very serious about mate bonds. Once two wolves chose to form a mate, the mate bond could not be severed, unless the witch's potion was used. This potion was very expensive, costing up to $500,000 per bottle. I smiled bitterly. He was very generous to sever the bond with me. I coughed twice before answering, "I'm in the healing center." His voice turned ice cold. "I don't care where you are. Even if you're about to die, you need to come back." I calmly replied, "Fine." He didn't know that I really was dying. Three years ago, during a rogue wolf attack, I blocked the silver dagger for him to protect him while he was unconscious. I was poisoned by silver and became weaker and weaker over the past three years. I only had one week left to live. On the day of my funeral, my mate was busy holding his marking ceremony with Sarah. Later, he knelt before my grave in pristine white ceremonial clothes, clutching my headstone and whispering through tears. "If there's another life after this one, I still want to marry you." That day was his marking ceremony with his childhood sweetheart. It was also my funeral.

Pria Percival, a student of PAFI, passionate for films and documentaries. Ironically, her life is not in her direction as she was fired from her part-time job and met Triden Mark Lavadez, heir of Lavadez Shipping Lines. Then, had an explicit agreement that would benefit both parties. Agreement that made Pria ingest her remaining dignity and philosophy.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.