Dragon Ball Z Godlike Goku Fanfiction

*Warning - mature content. Over 18's only* ...................................... When Sophia meets the dangerous yet attractive Danny, she has no idea he is about to throw her into a world filled with creatures she never thought existed. Little does she know, another also covets her love, and will do anything to get her to be his. As she is pulled between both men, she soon discovers her love life is not the most complicated thing going on. Who will she pick? And how will her choice determine the future of the entire human race?

Have you ever come across two brothers with the same identity? There's nothing to identify one from the other and you're left to wonder who is who. Well, that's exactly Ashley Wilkie's case here. Living in a mansion with two alpha's whose looks were just the same. She is drawn to Xavier at first but not until Xender shows up in the picture. Having the same appearance and height, Ashley is left in the dark. She ends up kissing Xender who she assumed was Xavier, but when Xavier returns from his trip, he explains to her that she had kissed his brother and not him. How will Ashley cope with these two brothers for long? But before she could realize their identity, Ashley discovers that she has grown feelings for her lover's brother. Now the question is... Will she be able to control her feelings for Xender? Or will she rather accept her fate with the two brothers as her mate??

คำโปรย การกลับมาเที่ยวบ้านเกิดของ.... ในครั้งนี้เธอไม่เคยคิดเลยว่าจากนักท่องเที่ยวกลายเป็นผู้ประสบภัย... ในคำคืนก่อนบินกลับไปเรียน เพื่อนสาวคนสนิท...อยากเลี้ยงอำลา เธอผู้ไม่ชอบแสงสีและเสียงที่ดัง อย่างการเข้าผับบาร์ แต่เพียงเพราะเพื่อนคนสนิทร้องขอ เธอจะปฎิเสธก็กะไรอยู่ ในที่อโคจร....ความประมาทเกิดขึ้น ได้เสมอใช่มันเกิดขึ้นกับเธอเร็วมาก ร่างกายโดนสิ่งแปลกปลอมวิ่งเข้าสู่ ร่างกายทำเธอร้อนรุ่มหาที่เปรียบไม่ ได้นาทีนี้เธอจะตายไหมนะ มันเป็นเรื่องบังเอิญหรือฟ้าลิขิต ในคำคืนนี้เธอเสียความบริสุทธิ์ให้กับใครคนหนึ่ง...เขาคือใคร...? อันนิกาตื่นขึ้นมาตอนเช้าร่างกายที่ โดนคนบนเตียงปูยี้ปูยำ..ตัวเธอยืน มองชายหนุ่มร่างกำยำผู้พรากความ สาวไปจากเธอ...แต่วินาทีนั้นเธอต้องบินแล้ว "เธอจากมาโดนไม่ลา 3เดือนต่อมาในต่างประเทศ ร่างกายของเธอมีการต่อต้านอาหารที่โปรดปรานเอามาก "อันท้องหรือ... "บ้า..... แต่ในใจเธอมันมีมากกว่าหมื่นแสนล้านคำ..เธอท้องหริอชิบหายคืนนั้นฉันลืมเลย

As I washed my wife's underthings, I discovered semen stains. It had been over two months since I last did it with Winona Sundown. She always looked down on me for not lasting long and being as boring as a dead fish. I silently accepted her criticism and mockery. That was until I saw a stranger messaging Winona with a hotel room number. The hotel just so happened to be my workplace, Pinnacle Hotel. The room number was 8102. I camped by the room, waiting to catch my prey. However, the woman at the door was a young and sensual woman. Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen into Winona's trap long ago...

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

**********This story contains subjects and topics that are not suitable for younger viewers. Scenes that are depicted are that of abuse, slavery, trafficing, vulgar language, ect.. This story has a lot of dark and twisted topics and should not be read if you know these dark themes will be triggering. I will do my best to Label the chapters of abuse but know in almost every chapter there is some sort of triggering material. Again, I do not wish to cause any harm to anys emotional and mental health. Their are also subjestive material that includes but is not limited to emotional, physical, sexaul abuse as well as pedophilia. I in no way support any of these tragedies but do create dark and twisted stories. All stories created by me are completely fictional and have no real merit to any person's life (at least intentionally, I am not psychic and can not be sure that someone has or hasn’t gone through these horrors. Just know that you have been fully warned. Felicity is the oldest daughter of the Alpha of the Howl Pack. They are well known for their underground buisness. Forced to marry another alphas son in order to take over for her father Felicity is at a crossroads from wanting what she dreams and doing what she was brought up to do. Always the dutiful daughter. Felix was orphaned at an early age and sold into the seedy underground world of human sex slavery. Felix has only wanted one thing. Peace. His peace is that of a beautiful girl that sits by the lake every night to console him. In his dreams.

My husband and his twin brother get into an accident during a test drive. To protect his older brother, my husband is thrown from the car and dies on the spot. Hearing the news of his death, I, four months pregnant, collapse in tears outside the hospital morgue. When I come to, I overhear my sister-in-law, Gloria Quinn’s voice outside the door. "Mason, are you sure Celine won't find out about this?" Mason? Isn't that my husband, who died in the crash? A familiar male voice replies, "Gloria, you're the one I truly love. If I hadn't mistaken Celine for you that drunken night, I'd never have let you end up with Jason. Celine loves me so much and is carrying my child. "If I take on Jason's identity and look after her, I swear she'll never leave me. Then, all her family's money will be ours." I smirk coldly as I listen to their conversation. He cheats on me, yet expects me to keep his child? Since he's already "dead", he's lost everything.

เมื่อเธอได้รับภารกิจลับจากป้าผู้มีพระคุณโดยทำวิธีไหนก็ได้ให้เขาตกหลุมรักเธอและไม่ต้องเดินทางกลับต่างประเทศอีก โดยแลกกับการที่คุณป้าจะชดใช้หนี้ก้อนโตของครอบครัวให้ “ยัยบ้า เธอเข้ามาอยู่ในห้องฉันได้อย่างไง” “ทำไมคุณพูดกับหนูแบบนี้ ฮือ..ฮือ..ฮือ..คุณจำเรื่องเมื่อคืนไม่ได้จริง ๆ เหรอ” “ก็ฉันไม่ได้ทำอะไร เธอนั้นแหละมาอยู่ในห้องฉันได้ไง ฉันไม่มีทางทำเรื่องแบบนี้แน่ ๆ เธอรีบออกจากห้องฉันไปเลยนะก่อนที่แม่ฉันจะเข้ามาเห็น” และนี่คือสิ่งที่ผมบอกเธอแต่เรื่องช็อตฟิลก็เกินขึ้นเมื่อแม่ผมเปิดประตูเข้ามาและเรื่องทุกอย่างดำเนินไปคือ แม่ของผมจับให้ผมหมั้นหมายกับเธอ

Nine years ago, Charlotte Green willingly bound herself to a companionship system to save her sister. The system guided her to the side of Eric Lorvis, a man adored by fate and envied by the world. Her role, as dictated, was to pursue him under the guise of being mute. Before long, everyone in their social circle knew of the mute woman who loved Eric with a fervor bordering on madness. At a gathering one evening, he finally relented. "If you make yourself look like Emily, I'll allow you to stay by my side." Without hesitation, Charlotte borrowed money to undergo plastic surgery. She reshaped herself to resemble Emily Spencer—Eric's first love. With painstaking precision, she molded her preferences to match his, learned to cook his favorite dishes, and catered to his every need. Yet to him, she was no more than a housekeeper. He neither hid his disdain nor spared her his indifference. His insults, his cold stares—she bore them all in silence. She didn't care. As long as she fulfilled her task, the day would come when she could finally leave this world behind. However, when Charlotte truly died, the cold and aloof Eric, who had always appeared so composed in front of others, lost his mind...

The year was 1934; I was twenty-two years old. I never thought of myself as anything special. I was barely making it through the Great Depression. There were many days I lived off of scraps. I was the king of odd jobs, just enough to get by. I had done it all, from being a field hand to a miner. It all changed one night when I stumbled across a traveling circus, Cirque du Lune. I had never seen such a sight. Instead of the usual menagerie, this circus was overrun with wolves. There was one performer who caught my eye; it was as if an angel had descended from heaven on a silk ribbon.