"Looking for something?" A chill voice sounded from behind me. Whipping around the man who stood behind me held the child that had been sleeping inside the crib. I tired to say something but no sound came out. He laughed, his eyes flashing the same color they did the night he killed my mother. Sam and Dean weren't th...
⚠This was written when I was a teenager. Excuse any errors, cringe and any shortcomings. ⚠ ---------------------------------------------------------- Y/N lived a normal life, well normal to her. She was a 26 year lady who was currently nearing the end of medical school which would allow her to become a pediatrician. S...
Sequal to Price of a Life. Don't need to read it to understand (i don't think), but it'll make more sense. Growing up with the boys, life got interesting. True to Delirious' words, you grew up to be part of the family; you became good at the trade. In Los Santos, if you're going to be apart of the best gang, you're g...
Siena can heal wounds with a touch of her hands. A captive since birth, she is used as a tool of war by a Plainsmen tribe. A chance escape into the forest proves successful... and deadly. Rescued by the Forestfolk--a group of people she always thought were nothing more than bedtime stories--Siena remains on edge. Trus...
He was an assassin, part of one of the most infamous gangs in Los Santos. He was a cold blooded killer. And then a little girl came up to him, his newest client, handed him all her pocket money, and asked for him to kill her abusive relative. And that's not even the issue. The question of what to do with you after th...