(Newt Scamander x reader) •(Book 1)• You find a note, telling you to begin again, to start a new life. It's unmistakably in your handwriting, it's stained what only can be blood, and it's dated one day ago. You can only remember one thing and it's him. Highest rankings: #20 in fan fiction #1 in newt scamander

"You have no right to talk about her like that, you hear? No right." "Newt, she never never existed." - Newt wakes up in a holding cell in MACUSA headquarters, no idea why he's there. The people there only tell him one thing: the girl he keeps mentioning and asking to see never existed. - Sequel to Evanescent || Newt Scamander x Reader - Highest Rank: #5 in Fantastic Beasts - Note: Story was written only after the first movie came out, so events and personalities that take place in any other movies are/were unknown to the author. Take this story at face value after seeing only the first movie.

"Step into my case, I will not have you lose your memory." - Newt Scamander ends up staying longer than he planned in New York, meeting a girl he never planned on. Is he just being silly, or could this mean more? - Highest Rank: #1 in Fantastic Beasts - Note: Story was written only after the first movie came out, so events and personalities that take place in any other movies are/were unknown to the author. Take this story at face value after seeing only the first movie.

[Sequel to Psychotic] After crashing with the past, Jeff had almost lost sight of his purpose and was inches away from appealing back to his former human conditions. But with no choice but to reject the soul that had deceived and betrayed him, Jeff freed himself from partaking on the path that lead back into her arms. Unfortunately, the past is never finished with torturing you. And when it comes back, it comes with a vengeance. Increasing pressure and monumental revelations only make things worse. Now Jeff is faced with the ultimate challenge between loving her, or ripping her head off without taking everyone, including himself, down with her.

He's psychotic, mad in the head, and shivers at the sweet taste of flesh. All Jeff desired was the perfect kill. A victim to fight back, give him a challenge, and amuse his sick cravings. He found who he was looking for, but was she too feisty, even for his taste? Too accustomed to his being there? When Jeff realizes this, he doesn't know whether to end her or not. The option is tempting, but there's something deeper to this story. Something that prohibits his inner murderer from stabbing her lifeless. He begins to feel something sick, even sicker than all the blood shed and fear he's caused, the longer he's met with those green, nostalgic eyes. He begins to remember.

... ιᥒsᥲᥒιtყ ιsᥒ't ᥲᥒ ιssᥙᥱ , ιt's jᥙst ᥲ hᥲρριᥱr sιdᥱ of somᥱoᥒᥱ ᥕhιᥴh ρᥱoρᥣᥱ fιᥒd ᥲᥒᥒoყιᥒg , mᥲყbᥱ sᥴᥲrყ , ᥲᥒd dᥱᥴιdᥱ to gᥱt rιd of . doᥒ't ᥣᥱt ᥲᥒყoᥒᥱ tᥲkᥱ ᥲᥕᥲყ ყoᥙr ιᥒsᥲᥒιtყ , ᥙᥒᥣᥱss ყoᥙr ιᥒtᥱᥒtιoᥒs ᥲrᥱ to bᥱ dᥱρrᥱssᥱd . - Jeff .