The name's Alexis Niko. And I'm, by definition, a perfectionist. 'Do it, and do it perfectly.' That's the motto I live by. But in a world where nearly everything has been done, it's really quite difficult to do something world-shatteringly amazing and earn the recognition of the masses. So, you can imagine my surprise (and absolute piss-inducing horror) when I was transmigrated to a world that was just about to spread its wings and take off towards the technological revolution... After I had been accidentally done in by drunk driver. I had been gifted a system-The Perfectionist System (PS to be short)-that allowed me to fulfil my lifelong desire: To be perfect. Naturally, now that I had been given a chance to shine, I would take full advantage of this situation...That was... Right after I finish freaking about how I had just died and literally been transported to another world. See you in a couple.

*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.

(Silent Heroes Fan Fiction!!) [[Discontinued till the End of Time]] 'A few months ago I would never imagined that this would happen to me, if someone had told me that I would turn into a freaking Tiger! I would have probably questioned their sanity. But apparently it's not so insane. One day I'm a normal guy who does normal stuff, the next day i'm headed to a camp for a bunch of animals. Literally. Well that's totally normal *sarcasm*' (This is a fan-fiction of @unbrokenworld's Story 'Silent Heroes', which by the way is an awesome book you should definitely read it! She's made two awesome books on the series and they're my favourite book.) Disclaimer! I do not own any of the images included in the chapters, all rights to respective owners. I do not claim ownership of used images.

Dragons used to hunt the skies. Now they're the hunted. In the kingdom of Blackthorne, every dragon wears a collar around their neck, a visual symbol of their oppression. Their magic and their dragon form have been taken from them, yet though they look like humans, they live like second-class citizens. Worse, the king has started ordering their arrest, and nobody knows what happens to the dragons after the king's men take them. When her father is arrested, Wynne Pendragon decides to take action. She's going to bring her father home no matter what the cost--even if that means resorting to violence.

Hi, my name is Claudia Himmel. I'm 16 years old and live in a crappy orphanage. I had to come here when my parents died when I was 6. The first year or two I didn't want to get adopted cause I still missed my parents but I soon got over it and waited for the day when I could leave this hell hole. But when I finally got adopted I had no idea what was going to happen. Oh did I forget to mention, I'm a soul shifter.

Everyone in the world has been genetically engineered to shift into animals. They are called Shifters. No shifters are alike, not one. Some are too special, like Misty. Can they escape in time? Or will they suffer the consequences?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.