Parents will do anything to keep their child happy and alive. And by anything, I meant they will genetically create a human being from scratch just to keep their child happy. This is the story of Y/N. She was made to keep Alycia's heart in check because Alycia has a heart problem. She can't be too happy or too sad. Her emotions can't be too high or too low. But what if through out these lies, their bond/love grows stronger? Will Alycia find out that her parents created Y/N in a lab? (Sorry if the description is crappy. Not really good at it) Cover by: Slothtato Alycia/You story

"So I guess there's a soft side to every badass, huh?" [slight trigger warning] 「 short story , really cringe-y ; it was written a long time ago and it's really rushed 」 under editing

Elusive. Sexy. Lethal. Eternally infamous gun for hire Daisy Reyes is often referred to as all of the above, though what she's never been described as is boring. Posing as a pretty-in-pink florist by day, she doubles as a highly skilled mercenary by night, her talents frequently utilised by the likes of rich and powerful criminals. When Daisy hears that NYPD's newest and most promising detective, Riley Wolfe, has taken a particular interest in hunting her down, she will pull out all the stops to ensure her own continued survival. That includes going undercover as Detective Wolfe's newest room mate.

Everything happened so quickly. One day, I was eating pizza with my best friends, the next, there's a sudden epidemic. Every channel on the television, every station on the radio was talking about how dead bodies in morgues and hospitals were coming back to life. Scholars were trying to explain what was happening, but everyone knew they didn't know. The government sent out military forces, but they quickly died by the feasters. One bite was almost like instant death. Once you were bitten, you closed your eyes, died, but then came back to life. You were just like them until someone put you out of your misery by brain damage. The funny thing about it all was that all of this was happening in only one state, New York. The rest of the United States, and the rest of the world was fine. No one understood what was happening at the time. Now, it's been five years. There's no power. Everyone dear to me was either permanently dead, or a feaster. I was all alone, with nothing to my name but a couple bottles of water, and a bloody hammer.