February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

On January ninth, 1996, a boy with an odd skeleton was unfortunately born into existence. With his homeless mother in need of cash, and too terrified to look at the child she gave birth too, she sold him to 'Mr. Father's Family of Freaks'; a popular circus show that obsesses over real-born monsters. This boy, born with no worth, sold into labor, and raised as a show, was taught that he was the mis-creation of man. He gives children nightmares, and make women scream, and never once was he told that it wasn't his fault. His name, is Cousin Ignominy. The clown with a deformed body. Bexley Valentino, an innocent seventeen year old, who doesn't believe in monsters, realizes just how important of a man Cousin Ignominy is. After seeing his show, and wallowing in her broken heart for the clown, she soon finds herself trying to break him out. She wants to show him how important it is to feel. How important it is to admire the world, but it doesn't take long for her to realize maybe he was locked up for a reason. ~~~ "You don't kill. You don't kill. You don't kill. If you learn that, you will remember where your morals stand. Hit them, bite them, burn them alive, but don't kill. Don't you ever go that low."

Cain Luther is mad. Truly, voluntarily mad. He's obsessed with mutilation, creation, and absolute discovery. His goal is to create a chemical that the government will fear. To create something that the American people want more than anything else. A chemical to rid all of life's problems. He's willing to die for this experiment, and little do they know; he is. Cain is addicted to injecting himself with the deadly failures his studies produce. His body is quickly falling apart, as his bones have become so brittle you could break them with no effort at all. His eyesight is dimming each day, he'll soon be blind, and his muscles are so weak, he doesn't have the strength to carry himself most days. He is a walking test subject. His body struggled to hold life. Doctors warn he will die in no less than a year if he keeps this up. So can Ophelia Alvarado, a college student who just so happens to be his roommate, have what it takes to save Cain from voluntary suicide? Can she save him from his own man-made plague?

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[A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY] If you touch your skin with ink, the marks you make will appear on your soulmate's skin too. Those who have this power are known as the Inked. It can be beautiful or dangerous, and for twenty-year-old Archie, it's both, in a very short space of time. As an art student at a prestigious university in London, her hobbies include procrastination, doodling and daydreaming about whoever's writing the words that appear on her skin, and what she'll say when she finally meets him. If she ever does. Now that Inking is illegal, though, it's a risk even talking to him. She's not sure if she's willing to give up everything for a boy she's never met, but she knows that if she doesn't, she'll regret it for the rest of her life - however long that may be. *** ➳ Completed ➳ Best tag rank - #1 in New Love, Future, #2 in Short Story ➳ Best genre rank - #2 in Science Fiction ➳ Featured | 18.05.18 ➳ Featured on the Wattpad Teen Fiction profile ➳ 1st Place Winner in the Stellar Awards 2018 ➳ This book has a mild content warning. Stay safe! ➳ Thank you for reading! © roseways 2019

NOT AN X READER/SELF INSERT ! a mixtape can tell the whole story, right? in which iida has a mystery admirer.

Join hogwarts for a mission to change the fate of Lord Voldemort, when he was still the mysterious, two-faced Tom Riddle as you travel back in time in hope of changing his heart with a potion that has the ability of destroying the effects of a love potion's child, making him vulnerable to emotions he's never felt before. How are you able to change the one who knows nothing but destruction and manipulation. P.S. Tom's Time is mixed with Lily's and the rest of the marauders in the story. Also, some timelines are different in general. (Tom and some characters were moved to the marauders era) Sorry :// Highest rating - #1 in Wizard, #1 in Harrypotter, #1 in xreader, #2 in Fanfiction out of 981k stories. Started: July 2018th Finished: August 31st 2020th Status: In Editing & Rewriting Tom Riddle's looks here are based on Christian Coulson's portrayal. DISCLAIMER: Because I write about Tom in a toxic way, does NOT mean I support toxic relationships or behaviour. IN REWRITING & EDITING (sorry if you are a re-reader and cannot find your comment as those shuffle depending what part of the chapter I edit) P.S. The potion is obviously not canon (something I made up), so it is easy to see who steals the same idea - about removing all effects of the love potion's child. And since I've seen a couple of such works, please, I encourage you to make and do your own ideas and be as awesome writers as you already know you are! <3

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

➳ " I called him 'Depression' because he was the living, breathing definition of the very word. " ➳

I’ve gotten used to being introduced. “Hello. What’s your name? How are you?” They see my smile, my laugh, and the hurt behind my eyes. Loss is not so easily disguised. I’ll try my best to keep on with my sunny disposition. But I close my eyes and end up reminiscing. ~-~-~-~ My name is Manami. I'm 14, and I hand my heart away like it's a ticking time bomb. My days consist of working alongside my prodigy best friend, and my nights are spent agonizing and creating until I finally pass out around 3am and have dreams about said best friend. The only time I seem to find peaceful sleep is when I'm with him, and while it's often, it's never enough. Hiro Hamada is my lullaby. So save me from waking up tonight. ~-~-~-~