Mankind is evolving. Some love it, some fear it. Some embrace it, some envy it. For Zoey, the evolution of man has always been in the darkest part of her closet. A place no one touches. Only her family knew of her secret, and her stepfather never let the fact that Zoey was different disappear. But with mankind evolving, Zoey will soon figure out her own evolution is about to change more than she wants it too.

In the distant future there are two powers that control Merridian city. The first: A dictatorship known as the Silver Sun, whose militant soldiers enforce the law. The second: A crime lord known as Scorpion. She controls the entire black market, faction gangs, and every other killer for hire in the city. They are Division 52. When sudden and lethal attacks with Silver Sun marks start littering around the upper class sectors action must be taken swiftly. The chaos quickly climbs on both sides and tensions within sectors reaches its boiling point. But the game all changes when Scorpion discovers that the Emperor of the Silver Sun has a daughter. This girl is impulsive and illusive. Nothing of the pampered royalty that was first suspected. With different agendas and impossible backgrounds, the pair are quickly caught between wanting to kill one another and build something much more in the farthest depths of Merridian...

The enemies of Division 52 are growing. Uncertainty is rife in both the upper class sectors and the lower. The Emperor of Merridian has fallen and those with hungry eyes are eager to fill the space left behind. Meanwhile Makayla is brutally trained in the far North of Naxos. But each time Scorpion tries to break a piece of her mind and body, it takes its own toll on her. Makayla is determined to return to Merridian as an equal to Alex but the crime lord has growing doubts and building pressure to return and reclaim the throne of the Underworld. Proximo continues to grasp to maintain order in Division 52. His vengeful sister circles with Hades waiting to take the war to their door with weapons none had imagined possible. A betrayal he never conceived possible. One thing is clear. Scorpion needs to return. The question remains whether that will be with the Emperor's daughter or a trained killer of Division 52. If Scorpion can bare turning the woman she loves into something darker-for all their sakes.

The city of Merridian is on the brink of destruction and one of the finest contract killers on the planet may have the key to its survival. Artella Maxim. A man with a past more clouded than the depths of Sector 52. But he is not the only player in the game... Scorpion's finger is never far from the trigger but this time she has satellite weapons ready and waiting for the moment the Imperials draw first blood. Her Second in command will go to the ends of the earth for Artella Maxim but even he is not prepared for the contractor's past. There is only so many lies a man can take before his word becomes worthless. As for Sector 1 blood, Makayla Xavier stands closer to Scorpion's side than she ever thought possible. A gold ring matching the eyes of her lover on her finger to match... But when will something as trivial as their love get a chance with Artella Maxim and the Deathless cult he was carved from changing the course of the city so completely? Destruction and blood forged Division 52 but it is no longer the path any want to walk with so much to lose.

I will be your heart, if you will be my shield. In a world where magic supposedly didn't exist, Serena has spent years struggling to conceal her unpredictable singing magic. While wishing for a peaceful life where she can sing without fear, she sees a man in handcuffs being forced into a shady research center. Their eyes meet, and the soulbond is forged. Darien is not from this world, and he's been held captive for years. With the soulbond amplifying his strength, he can fight his way through almost everything, but not every danger can be fought with fists. Their love draws them together even as power-hungry enemies try to pry them apart. They want to control Darien for their own purposes, but he's too strong to be controlled by force. Their love is their greatest strength-and their biggest vulnerability. But magic has its own rules, and no song can go unanswered. Excerpt: I pitied the man, although with so many cops around him, he was quite dangerous. Who needed 30 police officers to supervise one guy who in handcuffs and leg shackles? I watched him walk down the gauntlet between the rows of officers. It was as if I couldn't look away. He paused and looked around. His brilliant glowing blue eyes seemed to meet mine across the vast distance. I couldn't even blink as his eyes seemed to hold mine. The trees of a park broke our locked gaze as the bus kept on driving. I took a deep breath, suddenly realizing that I had stopped breathing the moment our eyes met. I had never seen such blue eyes before-and they glowed! A shiver ran through me. I had been too far away to make out the color of the man's eyes. My eyes watched the trees, hoping for a break in them so I could see the man again. I had no such luck. --- Fade-to-black action fantasy romance Copyright November 2017. Readers may not copy, alter, translate, or steal this story. Fanfictions may use my *world* and *magic rules* as long as credit is given.

"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?" A post-Reichenbach BBC Sherlock story. First person present tense.

(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.

Here we have any average house hold of your typical, infamous horror movie killers; Freddy Kruger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, and Ghostface. But what will happen when a girl comes along with a skeptical life story, nothing but the clothing on her back and a condition that could piss off any psychotic killer?

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