You've complained about walking the beat in Detroit for years. Petty crimes, protests, no real action... So when Captain Fowler gave you orders to respond to a hostage situation, you couldn't resist. And then you got shot, only to be saved by the android sent by CyberLife... • Highest Rankings: #1 in Connor, Detroitbecomehuman, ConnorxReader & Video Games • ~215k words not including notes • See end chapter notes for more info and profile for Discord invite. [Book One of the I Am Alive series] Beta'd by MjrGenMatt, ElegantN7, Celestielle and Cerulaine

he didn't say no, did he? i guess he didn't.

(Y/n) (L/n) is a first year student who wants a quick and uneventful time in high school; however, she is quickly wrapped up in the mess of third-year student Satoshi Ryuu who is known for being a perfect upstanding student. Between dealing with his fangirls and holding a façade to the public, Ryuu is actually a sociopathic male who likes to create dismay to the women he's been with. Using blackmail and other sources to get what he wants since he does not care for the feelings of others. So, when he was offered a shiny new first year toy who found out his secret he decided on a new form of entertainment. A bet was formed between the two, if Ryuu was able to get (Y/n) to fall in love with him in a month then he will win the game and use her as he pleases; however, if she were to win the bet and not fall in love, then (Y/n) will be able to live her first year in peace. The game continues in that month and after getting to know (Y/n), Ryuu is starting to dread the end of the month. Was he falling in love? Did the game he made to entertain him really backfire? And when the month is up, will Ryuu actually let her leave him?

Another lemon to make my Lemonade!👍😜

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"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

It is told that a monster lives in the abandoned ruins by the village of Watergrove. Children are warned not to look into the eyes of the monster, or they will be taken and will never return. Adults have even been rumored to have been killed by this very monster. At the age of six, (f/n) catches sight of the monster, only to return to the village and grow up. Has she escaped the monster, or will she still be taken? I do not own the cover image, music videos or content w/in the videos used in this story. I do own the story, its plots, its characters, etc., though, so please do not steal. Thank you, and I hope that you enjoy the story^-^. Also, this story is on Quotev under my profile name Darkened Warrior.

Working as a young game developer in the mid 80's was no easy task. Now try being the only female in the office and having to deal with the sexy, mysterious programmer Colin Ritman, while trying to get your life together and make a groundbreaking game. That's the life of Y/N, and destiny seems to have no plans on making it simple.

I'm such trash that I decided to make a book for DC Comics characters.

You were in your element when you stood on a stage. You could confidently sing the melody, serenely take the harmony, basking in the attention and relishing in the feel of your heels hitting the stage and the strain of your vocal cords. You'd been singing for fours years, but the best career decision you'd made was joining up with Mettaton for several duets. You often performed with the monster, and he'd become your best friend, but despite his constant pestering you had yet to meet the rest of his friends. *Authors Note* I originally started this story in 2016, but never finished. I've recently regained my writing mojo, and decided to rewrite, edit and finish Can You Hear Me?.