Welcome to a post-apocalyptic world of living Hell. They call me Omega. Here, it's God's blessing to find a scrap of meat. Here, it's a world of monarchy and injustice. Here, the best a woman can ask for is a comfy house to bear her man's children. But me? Well, I guess you could call me a lucky girl. Life is a game and we are the pawns. The trick is choosing a side.

1479. There is a plague about...and I made one tinsy tiny mistake. I brought it home. But now I am trying to redeem that, I am trying to be a good guardian angel. It's taken some time but I think I am finally making up for my mistakes. That is until I make another one... ~~~~~The '...' within the text indicates a change of tense. I'm trying out a Princess Bride type of storytelling, but it might go horribly wrong! And as I'm writing this as I go along (which I may end up regretting) there will probably be a LOT of changes and editing going on throughout~~~~~ With writing and editing my main love Alonso Creed, I don't have any time left for Red Halo, so I won't be updating unless something crazy happens :( I'll leave the current chapters up and I have every intention of writing this story in the near future, I just don't have the time while I'm still writing my Alonso Creed series :)

If they say I look like Princess Amelia one more time, I think I'm going to throw something at someone. Imagine being compared to a Princess?! Ugh. No thank you. When the royal family came knocking on my door, saying that Princess Amelia was attacked in the palace, I didn't know what to think. What choice did I have? I had to do something to help. There was a princess in hiding and a person in the palace with a hidden agenda to inflict harm on the Princess...which now is me. I was the bait. As well as the frou frou dresses, to add the tiara on the top, my life is at risk every minute of the day that I prance around in high heels as Princess Amelia. Yet despite the high security, I'm honestly scared and I feel like I'm going to puke. (That was really a really unladylike thing to say. So sue me.) I'm paranoid that the enemy might be closer than anyone might think. Terrified that maybe I'm beginning to grow used to my life as a Princess and I'm started to act like one but most of all? I'm developing feelings for someone who I can't be with as Princess Amelia. Talk about complicated. Princesses aren't all that they look to be. Especially this one.....

In the city of hope and life, there's always misery and sufferings. Tamau, a sixteen year old boy finds himself alone and troubled, he has to make the ultimate choice. To live or to die.

I live in a world where people know they are going to die. The company I work in, the NIA (or National Insurance Agency), sells life insurance. But this isn't your typical insurance company. The NIA sells life insurance that comes with a prediction based off of a complicated equation that tells you when you're going to die. Everyone is supposed to die according to their prediction. At least, most of the time they do. There are, of course, exceptions. People that don't die according to their prediction- and the company doesn't like that. This is where I come in. I'm a hit man. It's an easy job, really. I snatch up the target, murder, and clean up the trails. Sometimes, though, things happen. She happened.