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~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

DISCLAIMER: I do not own and did not write this story. It is a copy of Original Book by Robert Louis Stevenson that I have uploaded here because it was way better to read than the PDF I was given in school. But I decided to let it stay here to help spread the book to wider audiences. Hope you enjoy. ----- Author: Robert Louis Stevenson Publisher: Longmans, Green and Co. Year: 1886 ----- It is about a London lawyer named Gabriel John Utterson who investigates strange occurrences between his old friend, Dr Henry Jekyll, and the evil Edward Hyde. The novella's impact is such that it has become a part of the language, with the very phrase "Jekyll and Hyde" coming to mean a person who is vastly different in moral character from one situation to the next. ------------

☂️ »𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯« _____________________ ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔞𝔩: 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰. 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: #8 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 #13 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘹𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 #9 𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible. He got 8 of the 43. ~ Piper Hargreeves, or Number Eight, was anything but normal. Her abilities to manipulate elements were of great use in battle, and as well for an occasional prank. She was a part of a group known as the Umbrella Academy. A group known as heroes to the public, but she could hardly see herself as a hero. When the death of her "father" unites her family once more, a hell breaks loose. ~ |Mostly follows the Netflix version.| |Number Five| |All characters belong to Gerard Way except for my own character, as well as all scenes unless stated by me.|

title speaks for itself lol. most of these are a bit aged up just letting you know. enjoy ! (:

*COMPLETED* (read the rewritten version on my page!) "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮." (most dialogue credited to the writers of The Umbrella Academy)

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"