When it all began, you,being one of the best soldiers,helped get as many people as you could out of multiple cities.Still,being the best didn't stop you from getting infected. Your entire family had turned into walkers before you could get to them and you were prepared to become one too,except you didnt.

Starfire: The top assassin feared by all, with a side hobby as an anonymous hacker who no one knew about - not even the organisation she worked for. Who would have thought she was the short, always-smiling, blonde girl who seemed to have no care in life and was always just looking for fun? And yes, if you are wondering "was?" That's because she died. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [So yes, you are dead. I am a top system who helped you, and now you will be going from world to world to complete quests and-] The system was cut off from its listings as Starfire laughed. "Really?~ That sounds like a lot of fun. I accept!" She said with a grin that took the system aback. [But I didn't even...] "Mhm?" She rose a brow and the system just went silent, deciding to sulk in its mind instead. {She didn't even allow me to tell her the reward she gets after...} If it could, it would have gone to a dark corner in the space to crouch there and sulk. {I couldn't even brag about myself and how powerful I am to bring her from the dead...} ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Join Starfire as she journeys on... just for fun. Oh, right, I almost forgot! The "Head" is trying to get her to attain something, and an amused stalke- spectator appeared who might be her friend or foe. Be prepared for a dash of humor, action, world-hopping, mystery, and well... fun! Trigger warning: I shouldn't have to say this, but there will be mentions of death and dark humor here as is expected in transmigration/reincarnation stories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is my original story and should not be copied. The pictures aren't mine. - Tennyliz.

Just a classic wrong number story ---- Y/n lives with her abusive father *cough* sperm donor *cough* and brother. She accidentally texts the Tony Stark and of course she has no idea because she is y/n after all. ---- Just saying that this is my first avengers and texting fic but I'll try my best. Also I don't own any of the avengers obviously, just y/n and her two friends from school. I only own y/n the rest don't belong to me obviously. ----- Also this might be triggering for some people so um it's up to you if you actually read it -- UNDER EDITING :))( if i get around to it)

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show you are. • Second rule, do not ever close your eyes when shooting anything. • Third rule, you can't save everyone. • Fourth rule, mourning a death is alright but realize even that's limited. ° ° ^ Season one is COMPLETE ^ ° ° Cover Photo: @CutieFluffs ❤️

I was kidnapped by the mafia I know that sounds like a bad thing but for me it couldn't come at a better time. So I let them take me I will act like a victim so they think they won but will I be able to keep acting like I'm some naive girl or will they find out that I'm not the person they thought I was. My name is Samatha Robert if you took one look at me you would think there's nothing too special about me. I live with the mayor and his family they took me in when I had nowhere to go. But when I'm at the wrong place at the wrong time I end up getting kidnapped by the mafia they assumed I was the mayors kid who happens to be my best friend but It actually couldn't have come at a better time because what I thought that I left in the past is resurfacing. so I'll go with them on my own free will but how long can I keep up this act until they find out the truth

Highest Rankings - #1 in gun, #2 in jealousy, #7 in innocent, #10 in mafia #12 in love --- She cringed as she spotted the bus a good 20 meters away from her, she would have to run in the pelting rain. As she inhaled a breath to hold as she ran, she turned abruptly as she heard a loud groan. Turning to her right she spotted a giant, lumbering figure stumbling towards her. Biting her lip nervously, she threw a glance at the bus, before facing the injured man, it was getting dark so she could not see his features well, the street lamp shining on his back. From what she could see, the giant man was gripping his shoulder, there seemed to be no blood. Going against her better judgement, she watchfully approached him, placing her hands in the air to show that she meant no harm. She surprised herself with this action, she should've left, she should've just gotten on that bus and never looked back, but there was something about him, something that pulled the innocent girl towards the menacing man. A pull she couldn't deny. - Marcello, King of the Mafia, claims a bright, innocent girl, a stark contrast to his dark, tainted self. But you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. She was born to be the Queen. --- Editing - the chapters that have the word 'chapter' on it, haven't been edited.

"We want you home Sorella" Mason said to me. "I couldn't give two shits what you want." I said back. He looked pissed. I could feel someone coming towards me with a needle aimed at my neck. Elijah and Everly are two identical twin girls. Elijah was suppose to be a boy, but kept the name nether the less. They look the exact same, except for the eyes. Eli has her Fathers, whereas Everly has her Mothers. Their parents loved the twins, Well Everly. Her mum and step-dad hated Elijah with a passion. Whereas Everly was treated like a princess, Elijah was treated like something on the back of their shoe. Until one day, they both got called into the office to find out they both died in a car crash. Everly cried as Elijah sat stone-faced. They also find out that they have five older brothers. Five Controlling and annoying older brothers with a huge secret of their own. Not forgetting that Eli refuses to become part of their life. Everly is enough for them in her eyes. Will Elijah survive on her own? Or will her brothers drag her home? And will she stay? Badass- #1 Twins - #1 Running - #1 Mafiaprincess - #1 Brothers - #1 Brother - #1 Father-daughter - #1 Family - #4 out of 246k stories

"Your hands are scarred from murder and yet I trust them completely." Sequel to The Girl who Fought to Provide and cannot read as stand-alone. ©️All Rights Reserved, Sentima Mani 2018.

Ava Vice is simply The Girl who Fought to Provide, her brother is the only person she has and the only person she worries about more than herself, as long as her brother is fed and has a roof over his head, she didn't care about anything else. She's had the weight of the world on her shoulders since that tragic night but she managed, she had to. What happens when she catches the attention of a group? Will she let them in? ©️All Rights Reserved, Sentima Mani 2018.