"When you push an innocent Soul too far, they can turn into a Ghost... Or Satan himself." You, dear reader, will be transported to the P.O.V. of Elise, a mixed girl in her late twenties rediscovering life after traumatic events... And Ghost is her biggest discovery. 🖤 A slow burn to get immersed, with some extra POV's and plot twists. Friendly Warning: there will be lots of crude/rude language and cussing, mentions of trauma, suicidal ideations, sexual innuendos, soft and heavy smut, extreme violence and etc. Ready at your own discretion - and at your own risk. 🖤

Book 2 Five years later Started: April 1st Published: April 4th

You love him but he isn't ready at least thats what he thinks But in reality he doesn't understand that he loves you and has a hard time showing it (Short story) Warning ⚠️: the writer was stupid while making this I was just starting to write and was kinda cringy

The universe is dying, and no one knows about it. In order to preserve the human life, a glitch was created in order to transfer as many people to different universes as possible. Your chosen universe? Could be the last thing you watched, or maybe the last game you played. It also could be the last thing you read... If you had known, what would be your chosen universe? But alas you didn't know, no one did. Hence why you were in the middle of a warzone, wondering how the hell you got here.

You work at a coffee shop as a summer job within your local town. However, a face - or a mask - starts to pop up regularly. You find out he's called 'Ghost' for some reason. Then, you find out he moved into the apartment across from you. What happens next? We'll just find out. top three in a couple catagories; coffee, poi and top five in a few more! please feel free to message me any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors i make and comment on any pieces of writing that you like! i love to see your comments :)

As a military personnel would call it, this was a mission you would've never thought of going on before. When a multi-million dollar US aircraft was stolen, it's only up to it's creator, Y/n, to find it and bring it home. Task Force 141 assists as she goes through this mission, and a member of their squadron takes her for a whole new path. (This story is completely in an AU from my imagination. Some will be cannon, but majority is from my creativity.) *IMPORTANT NOTE* the reader has a last name (Elliott) so this story will be easier for me to write. I feel that it is better to have an actual last name besides "L/n", as it is used in majority of stories. The first name is Y/n.

The mission was to extract information from an agent in jungle. Drop in grab the info from the location and quickly and quietly move through the jungle to exfil. Easy in out intel mission. But... She was so quiet I didn't even hear her, next thing I know I have a gun to my temple and a set of eyes fixed on me. She took the information package and was gone in seconds. But those eyes, she saw right through me just as I did her. Those few moments felt like hours. I can't get those eyes out of my mind. Three hours later she's waiting for me at the exfil site. I can't let her get to me, crawl under my skin. But I have to know more about her. Soap says she goes by Reaper and she's assisting the 141 in taking down a terrorist organisation. It's a big mission plenty of time for me to find out what I need to know, what's behind those eyes... before Soap gives her all my secrets. WARNING. This is a violent fanfic. Some of the things mentioned may be upsetting so please check before proceeding. Themes included are strong language, torture, rape, murder, killing, wounded victims, abuse, disassociation, drug use, paralysis, child abuse, panic attacks, suicide, weapon use. I will add more if they come up. This is a mixture of modern warfare characters and my own. I don't own the modern warfare characters.

A botched mission gets the 141 involved with the NSA. The Agent and Ghost share a professionally distant relationship on the outside. In Ghost's mind, he's much closer to her.

Althea was dangerous. She wasn't particularly large or imposing, but once you heard the Whisper of her breath, it was too late. Her ability to sneak around without alerting others, as if melting into the shadows, it scared people. She was a cold, heartless killer, and nothing more. Or so she thought. She has always looked up at the sky, loving daytime, hating the darkness, the stars that watched her suffer. But one day she meets someone that makes her love the stars. -------------------------- Althea suddenly felt, more than saw a presence behind her. Before she could whip around, there was a harsh blow to the back of her head, and her vision sparked. she watched, mesmerized as fireworks exploded in her vision. Stars swam across her sight and she reached out for them, but just as she was about to touch them they danced away. The world became darker and darker. Her radio crackled again, and she could barely hear the words. It was all this death and destruction were miles away, her reality fading. She just barely heard her name being called from the garbled sounds of the communicator. The last thing she saw was a skull, glinting eerily in the dim light of the alley. -------------------------- NUMBER 2 IN GHOST NUMBER 1 IN SIMON RILEY NUMBER 2 IN SPY [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc/Reader] Unfinished!