As I write this letter to you, all I have to say is... I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I lied to all three of you. Living a life of lies has taught me that it comes with a price, and now I'm paying it. My name IS Rena Deveraux; that wasn't a lie. But I never wanted to be a Ranger... That's not why I was at the Ranger School. I am so, so sorry that I lied to you, but the truth is... I'm a thief. And you...you were my assignment, and I was to think of you as nothing more than that. It wasn't personal, I promise you. It was just business. I thought I could outrun the law my whole life and never get caught. Never did I once think that the law applied to me, or that my actions would catch up to me one day. It never crossed my mind...not even once. I was so confident, which made my downfall inevitable. I left my back turned for one second and I lost it all. No words can describe the feeling I get when I look at your face... That look of pain, and sadness... Your eyes are filled with nothing but hate and disdain when they meet my gaze. Honestly, I'm surprised that you haven't killed me for what I've done to you. I'm afraid this is the end, and I will never see you again. You can hate me for the rest of your life. I understand... What I did to you is unforgivable, and I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't deserve to see your smile ever again. My biggest regret is that I will never get to properly say good-bye to you. So, I must do it in this letter. Good-bye, my Prince Charming. I will never forget you. Take care of Rhythimi and Isaac for me, and please...apologize to them on my behalf, since I can't do it myself. Oh, and one more thing, Keith. Assuming that you didn't just tear this letter up upon receiving it, I just wanted to say... I've told you a lot of lies since the moment we first met... But my feelings for you were never one of them. {Pokémon Ranger Shadows of Almia fanfiction; cover art was just photoshopped by me}

...Do I really have to give this stupid introduction? Yes? I do...? Fine... Whatever. My name is Nova Lise, and I just moved to the Alola region. I'm nineteen, and because my mother can hardly stay in one place, we move from region to region a lot. I try not to get too attached to anything or anyone, because I never know when my mother will up and decide to move again. My father's not in the picture, so don't even think about asking about him. Most trial-goers in Alola are eleven years old when they start their island challenge. I'm nineteen years old and just now starting mine, since I only recently moved here. ...okay, so maybe I'm getting a bit of a late start. So what? I know this is a new thing for me, starting an island challenge in a completely unfamiliar region, but my cousin Kukui deciding that I need a babysitter to make sure I don't get lost and give me a crash course on being a Pokemon Trainer was the absolute worst idea he's ever had. Yeah, my new babysitter's name is Altair Knight, and that jerk is so infuriatingly perfect at everything that it drives me insane. I look like some sort of fumbling idiot compared to Mr. Perfect, because I can't even properly work a microwave! Anyways, this is the story where I'm supposed to go on some journey with this infuriating guy Altair who loves to push my buttons and mess with me, a quiet and mysterious girl named Lillie, and some spastic eleven year old boy named Hau who's obsessed with malasada, and I'm supposed to come back from it all a different person. Hah. Yeah right. I'm not a perfect person, I'm flawed. And if you don't like that, get lost. {Pokemon Sun & Moon fanfiction; OC x OC pairing; PG-13 for dark themes and strong language; cover art was edited by me and I don't own the art used for it}

How much can you trust a memory? What would it take to alter one? How would you know if your own was changed? What would it mean to you if it were? How much would you give to get the best ones back? .*.*. I do not own Pokemon, I own my OC's and plot. Nothing more nothing less.

A long time ago, monsters and humans lived peacefully. Then, war broke out. The monsters were forced underground, and the humans were left above. A killing machine was created, to destroy all the monsters in the underground. This is her story. Asgore is the prince, who lives in the palace with his father (Nazur) - who is on the edge of death - and his wife (Toriel) and son, Asriel. Toriel and Asgore are about 20. Gaster and Grillby are buddies around 19. Sans and Papyrus have no set age, they're experiments. If they did, they would be 17 or 18. Reader-chan is 18.

This book is a list of ways to tell if you're a hardcore Pokefan or not. Key word: hardcore. Not all of these will apply to you, but most of them apply to me, so enjoy anyways! (Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the image used in the cover)

*Will be editing someday soon* 14-year-old Skylar lives in a world full of Pokemon, where you can only catch one type. Skylar trains the dark type, but she has broken the rules. Mark, Skylar's brother, is the leader of Team Hope, and she is second in command. They are trying to turn the world around, to let them have their own Pokemon, not just the ones of their type. Skylar has a Taillow, not a dark type at all. She must go on a mission to retrieve files and destroy a machine the government plans on using to take over Pokemon, located in Snowpoint City. The fate of all Pokemon rests on Skylar, and her pokemon, Absol, Weavile, Houndour, and Taillow. But, of course, she runs into people that she can't just get rid of, the water trainer, Barry, the fighting trainer, Lucas, and the flying trainer, Dawn. How does she cope with having to stay undercover with a bunch of trainers she just met? And how can she keep quiet about the fact she can talk to Pokemon? Well, you have to read it to find out. I do not own pokemon, but I do own my characters. They are from my imagination. Enjoy! Also, please note that I wrote this story over a year ago, meaning that it is nowhere close to my writing skills of now. This is an example of my writing skills a year ago, not now.