This one noticed the vast discrepancies of this ones morals, ethics and standards from others. Then, this one realized how vast the supposed to be close distance from others. All I wanted was someone to care.... All I wanted was someone to notice... but no one did... No one did until I broke... I broke and used my other world... the world I created... The world which was with me for 17 years... That world... That world will be used ... To quench for my thirst for destruction... And for my love of screams and gore... Author's note: This is a story filled with stories. The chapters for this story will be very short for now but the update would be at least once a day and might even be twice a day depending on the flow ^_^ So... please have fun in this world of mine :p

KILL ANYONE, ANYWHERE, ANYTIME...AND NEVER GET CAUGHT. John Savage is a special force of one. A corporate investigator who had to leave when an investigation went wrong. He's become a 21st century warrior serving overseas but not for any one government only the highest bidder. When he finds a dead body with links to his old life he returns and finds that what forced him out was only the beginning of a conspiracy to commit murder on a grand scale. The Dark Market. In which anyone can take part and anyone can be a victim. Now Savage must battle to finish what he started. "There is something refreshingly Hemingway-esque about Coles..." BBC's Focus magazine. [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.]

[slow updates, ongoing editing and under reconstruction] The Grim Reaper has always been associated with death. True, Reapers bring death, but have you ever considered their side of the story? Why do they do it? What is it exactly that they do? Danile Ruth was an ordinary teenage boy until one day, everything changed. After a near-fatal accident, the Image of Death left Danile with his scythe and a command to fulfill a destiny that Danile neither wants nor understands. Bonds destroyed and a destiny shackled by faith. Will Danile follow through or fall out? Follow Danile in his journey and find out just what truths lay within the Reaper's heart.

Igarashi Ganta, just an ordinary boy that was accused for the mass murderer of killing his entire class, who really did it? was it really ganta? will he be able to convince the people that he didn't do it?

A woman who is selfless, to the point of idiocy. A woman who has nothing. A woman who is possesed by her spirit, propelling her to survive, keeping her openminded and warming her heart. A woman with spunk that keeps her in trouble. A woman who believes in love of all kinds. A beautiful woman. A man who is self centered. A man who has everything.A man who is possesed by a demon, darkening his logic and freezing his heart. A man whose temper keeps him in trouble. A man who is a cynic. A beastly man. A beauty and a beast.

In the darkest corners of lower Manhattan, a battle like no other rages. The city is home to a hidden group of survivors of the nanite plague, and a brother and sister born to defend their race. With a touch that can destroy nanites, Lanni, sister of Alex, is their last chance. Can she save her brother? Can she protect mankind's only hope? Or will she be responsible for the destruction of the last humans on earth? It's going to be another long day....... Killing Tiffany Hudson was just the beginning, but there is so much more to the story surrounding Diane and Crane's meeting in post-apocalyptic Manhattan. Children of the Plague tells the story of the survivors in the city, including Diane and some new characters you'll want to meet.

[slow updates, ongoing editing, and under constant reconstruction] I was about to pass by a door when I caught a glimpse of a darker shade of ash blonde hair. Something inside me compelled me to never tear my eyes away from the girl crouching over a desk with her hand clutching a pencil as she gracefully let it dance over a notebook, possibly a sketchbook. I had a sudden urge to go up to the girl and befriend her. "Hey, dude, do you know who the girl in the Sketch-Art clubroom is?" I said pointing my thumb over my shoulder towards the classroom we just passed. "Don't bother, Ry. That girl, Laela Michels, dubbed Ice Queen, doesn't speak, respond or socialize. The best and only response you can get from her is to look at you with a pokerface. She's pretty much the school's number one snob. Heck! I'd be more than shocked if anyone manages to squeeze out a letter from her throat!" Jim said.