What if the Phantom wasn't actually the villain? What if Raoul wasn't Christine's true hero? And what if there really were supernatural forces at work within the mysterious Paris Opera House? In this short story re-imagining of The Phantom of the Opera, roles are reversed, new twists abound and anything can happen: Strange and disturbing things are occurring at the opulent Opéra de Paris. Though everyone is quick to blame the opera ghost, Christine is reluctant to believe it, for he is her mentor...her angel of music. Upon the appearance of Christine's childhood friend, Raoul, matters worsen. Both men want her, but who is worthy? In these trying times, whom should she trust?

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)

Three wars. Three wars, they've gone through. You'd think it'd be enough for them. It's more than enough. It's more than enough for all of them. It's more than enough for any human being. But when the gods smell trouble, and ask them for one last favor. How could they possibly say no? Like this: "NO!" It didn't work. So off they go and did this one last job for the gods, which the gods say is for the better of everyone, and went off to this place where this trouble starts. What is this place? High School. Disclaimer: All Rights to Rick Riordan. Sequel to War of the Gods.

*This is a Percy Jackson fanfic that occurs after the war with Gaea.* Gods are starting up a war. Nothing is stoping them after they start. But what caused this in the first place? Once it's done, nothing can stop the war. Better to prevent than to stop. A new threat against the demigods. A new demigod might help them, or may cause their destruction. Love? Death? A new found friendship? Possibly a new found brother hood? Follow this 6 demigods, on an unraveling journey of a new prophecy. a prophecy with more destruction, more deaths, but possibly a happy ending to all?? Sounds fun? Maybe.... Maybe not. Disclaimer: All characters that you might recognize, belong to that troll called Rick Riordan, or what I call Uncle Rick. That troll for all us demigods...