KAL-EL POV We stood over the destruction, over the saved and fallen, staring at and assessing each other. She wore what might be flatteringly acceptable for the climate, her white clothing pristine though she had just fought, the gold glimmering from an engraved belt around curved hips that reminded me of the one around my own. My eyes wandered to it, but I didn't want to seem...inappropriate. She looked like something out of a photo shoot, or a history book. Her eyes were amber in color, brown with a fire in them, her skin deeply sunkissed but not sunburned. By the time my eyes rose she was only inches from me, her hair falling about her shoulders because of the speed she used. She looked me over thoroughly, and I raised my chin and narrowed my eyes. Nothing but a small smile from her in response made me frown. "What is wrong, son of Jor-El?" her voice was soft but smooth. "You know who I am?" "Of course I do, it's right here--" She traced the "S" on my chest with a single finger and then trailed down to my belt and tapped it. "I'm sorry about your parents." She paused, touching my hair. "So, you are the last son of Krypton...and there is still no order here?" "Who are you?" "Can't read?" She asked, clucking her tongue as she put her hands on her hips. My eyes went down as she tapped her belt, but then I felt my cheeks flush. "Shame, Kal-El, shame." "What?" "Last son you may be, Kal-El, but I'm the last daughter." And she was gone in a flash of white and gold...quicker than the blink of an eye, a speeding bullet. Like me. NOTE: I am aware of the DC Comics version of Isis. I thought it was lacking. Here's my "what if" in the form of a revamp. I do not own the characters of DC. Of course, all characters are property of DC and Warner Brothers.

I am Drake "Drago" Ward of the House of Ward in England...about five hundred years ago. I crossed the seas to the Americas for a better "life" three hundred years ago. Today, I run a successful business with my partner, Dr. Darius Chiron. Instead of catching psychic humans and turning them over to the government or other vampires to consume their blood for effect, we have become "blood brokers," screening and collecting blood from Vitales (our name for former blood slaves) and profit share with them. Sometimes it's hard to get good Vitales, so I use the government's list to obtain them and hopefully sway them. We are so successful, potential Vitales are starting to look for us, courting negative and jealous attention from the Vampire Elite. But I met my match in Shanti, a runaway girl who catches my attention in the most surprising way. I don't want her to be a blood slave to anyone. I don't want her to be a Vitale. I want her to be mine.

British actor Shane "Zachary" Sheridan had been trying to cross the puddle into the American movie business. When he agreed to do covers for up and coming writer Kendra Knight after reading her books, he didn't realize their online relationship would yield the opportunity he was waiting for- at Kendra's request, no less! Suddenly, only texting and never meeting was not enough. She'd never done an appearance of any kind. He had to find her. Kendra Knight didn't want to be seen, but suddenly there was a demand-at comic cons for her paranormal fiction, and of course, women's shows for her romance and action fiction. But most of all, she didn't want to meet Shane. She knew she could hold his attention in emails, texts, and manuscripts, but she didn't think she could hold his attention face to face...not the way he held hers. But now Shane was bent on capturing the woman who captured his imagation, maybe his heart. And when demands arise, he decides to become a knight in shining armor, if only to to get closer...

the red investor was always likened to an empire of sorts, with each worker being patriotic plebeians under the government of their beloved king, Mr. Cavill. Through the connections of her aunt, amelia winters gets a job and falls almost immediately into the theatrical set up as if it's second nature. the atmosphere is so saturated with their undying affection for the king that they're all blinded by the darkness that lurks in almost every corner of both the business and the city. will amelia fall out of the daze to save herself from the autophagic empire? will she serve the king to the end? I am also using this book to experiment on writing about a yandere type character

"Come back to me." Saudade (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; it was once described as "the love that remains" or "the love that stays" after someone is gone. It is used to tell about something that you used to have (and liked) but don't have anymore. [(Strong language, violence and Infidelity.) (AU)] Set after Man of Steel. Ranking #1 in Cavill (December 2018) Ranking #1 in kent (June 2018) Ranking #1 in superman (July 2018) Ranking #2 in clark (July 2018)

You're working at the daily planet and you get paired up with Clark Kent for a job while Lois Lane is away, What happens next? Qv based