I once was as "sane" as you are. I used to be a "normal" one, just like anybody else. But I am no more. You may call me insane and you may judge me, but I could not care less. I don't bother that you feel uneasy by me, because now I am one of them. One of the insane. Even in what you would call my disgrace, I'm the Queen. Don't come for me, it is no use. Because whomever comes for me, never leaves. She is called Queen now. She does not answer to any other name - that's how they all are in the Asylum; once you change, there's no coming back. Regular people always thought that they were better than the "crazy", but in the Queen's fall, they saw that even the best of the cream was not immunized. And people know not to come for her, for she is the best to play in people's head. But she is also the gateway through the Asylum, if you are ready to pay the price. Ray Darcy is a new police officer, that was imposed a big case to solve inside of a few months to prove he was worth staying inside the police committee. Is case is considered impossible because no one other than him is crazy enough to consider the Asylum (Demum) an option. Only, is his case, his carrier as a police officer and whatever it is holds on the most to, worth the risk of going into the Asylum? Join the Queen and officer Ray as they "ally"; to solve Ray's case. CHARACTER FILES: FOLLOW ME Ps: But sometimes you'll catch one or two, so you may as well take advantage of that ahah This was inspired by Suicide Squad, more specially the Joker and his Mime, and further by the series Gotham, with its asylum Arkham. I must admit I envy that couple, but I wouldn't want to be Harley. I'd like the Joker to adopt me as his protected crazy too little sister. I'm sure you guys were just craaaaaaaaving to know that by the way So this is the Remake of my story :) the original's link here : https://www.wattpad.com/story/80625276-insane

The to be mentionned revision : http://my.w.tt/UiNb/eYxLWmzLdw I once was as "sane" as you are. I used to be a "normal" one, just like anybody else. But I am no more. You may call me insane and you may judge me, but I could not care less. I don't bother that you feel uneasy by me, because now I am one of them. One of the insane. Even in what you would call my disgrace, I'm the Queen. Don't come for me, it is no use. Because whomever comes for me, never leaves. She is called Queen now. She does not answer to any other name - that's how they all are in the Asylum; once you change, there's no coming back. Regular people always thought that they were better than the "crazy", but in the Queen's fall, they saw that even the best of the cream was not immunized from the pleague. And people know not to come for her, for she is the best to play in people's head. But she is also the gateway through the Asylum, if you are ready to pay the price. Ray Darcy is a new police officer, that was imposed a big case to solve inside of a few months to prove he was worth staying inside the police committee. Is case is considered impossible because no one other that him is crazy enough to consider the Asylum an option. Only, is his case, his carrier as a police officer and whatever it is holds on the most to, worth the risk of going into the Asylum? Join the Queen and officer Ray as they "ally"; to solve Ray's case. This was inspired by Suicide Squad, more specially the Joker and his Mime, and further by the series Gotham, with it's asylum Arkham. There's no mature content yet, but I'll advise for the mature parts at the begining of the chapter and before and after the said mature parts. Hope you enjoy the reading! UNDER REVISION! For the actual Character Files (which can help to follow the stories and all), follow me

I used to be just about any girl, really. A good one - with no lies nor no secrets. One boy changed that. At the second I knew he was after me, I knew I should not. It was wrong, over all the reasons. There was one very good reason. So tell me, why am I here today, crying over something I theoretically never got involved in? Note: theoretically. Because I was always attracted to the wrong choices. And now, more than ever, I pay. follow me for the whole story ;)

In my version of this famous series that is Harry Potter, he has an adoptive sister named Katryna. As we all know (I mean I hope for you you DO know the Harry Potter series), when Harry at first enters the wizarding world, he knows nothing. But his sisters seems to know a lot about it, and many people act quite familiar with her as well. Learn their story, and more about their past, how it all started, etc. by reading this fanfiction I created. And I know my English sucks, for I am not a native English, so please be nice with that. And I am going to try to fulfill most of the original chapters with the best quality I can give you, but sometimes inspiration is just not there or maybe it's just very late around at my place so sometimes I slip. So voila, that's pretty much it. Please be indulgent, and I hope you enjoy reading me :)

I like to say that I'm just any other girl - it is my fantasy. I know, it's weird. You are probably thinking that I am, but I can assure you that I am not. «Bragging», some would say. But I don't know much people that can see the future so clearly as I can - or rather see the future at all. Once again, I bet you won't believe me. But I have the proof, straight in this book, that everything is true... WARNING: this WILL contain MATURE SUBJECT MATTER, but like really soon, really fast, and really explicitly.

When I first got my letter to St-Joseph's Institute, I thought it very funny. I believed in no such things as magic, so werewolves? But it's no such bullshit as I thought. My butler insisted on me going, and I guess it was a first step at saving my life. But there's much more in surviving to growth to Werewolf Maturity than just all hanging out together. We must find ourselves a pack during those years, and a life-time partner. A pack just makes us stronger, but the partner, at least for us girls, or rather not having one during our transition, is lethal. I guess I am doomed, because the only boy I ever loved was my only family, my twin-brother, and he gave up on me years ago. I don't see at all how this Institute could save my life, but I guess I don't have much of a choice.

I'm just a normal girl - they call me Angel, for Angelica. Well, where I come from, that's what they did. But now, I'm under the guard of my uncle, Sir James Delacourt. From the United States, here I am in a lost town of France. Everything here is so...french! It drives me crazy. For the year, he sent me in this weird school - EPT, I believe. He said it stood for School For All, in French, or some shit like that. I live there for the whole year, except for the vacations, if Uncle Jay will let me come back home, of course.

This is one of the ways the famous Twilight Saga could have ended if it had been mine. Yes, I am very shocked it ended such ways - or rather that it ended at all; it was supposed to be a never ending story! So this is what I would make out of what's left and given... Hope you enjoy :) And I don't own anything that I did not invent. So like, I guess you guys will make the difference, as I am NOT rewriting the four books that happened before this story. Please play nice, I'm going to flip this world upside down :') So you ARE warned ;) I'm going to put it mature, just in case, but I don't think I'll put nothing much of it really. But in case, you know. And if ever there is something, you'll be warned ;p

What if it ended differently? The second, I mean. What if that little change had an exponential effect on the ending? What if...?

What if Bruce had a twin sister? If she had, here's how lucky she would be... She would have just came out of Arkham, because she had been missing for three months before that. She came back on her own, but she had changed, which is why they kept her two weeks in Arkham. But the family convinced the asylum she was just fine enough to go back home. That's what they were celebrating that night. That's why they went to the opera. The night both their parents found death in that lost back street... She had begged them not to do anything. She had begged them not to go there. Like she knew. That's how she has turned up. Give me a chance? Or don't At your see