The title basically sums up the book. I have loved Chalastor ever since I saw the piolet episode on youtube. There are still some details I'm working out in the fandom, like smaller background characters that were shortly or didn't appear in the piolet episode. This book may also include something close to an AU sort of thing but I'm going to try and stick to the plot of the series. Gore Warning! No smut or lemon. ------------------------------ I don't Hazbin Hotel, any of the characters in it, or the cover picture. I do own the short stories told in this book. Slow Updates!

The creature slowly walked towards me and I was forced to make a decision. I glanced at the dead broken body of the man and made the decision, I ran. I didn't get far before I was pushed to the ground. I rolled over and stared back at the creature, fear taking over as the creature brought itself closer. It was so close now that I could feel its breath on my face and neck but instead of death, an intense soothing voice sounded in my head... "Beautiful" __________________________________________________________________ Clare, a 18-year old human girl. She was pretty much what you would expect of a girl her age. Trying to save money, have a job, and likes hanging out with her best friend, Stacy. This is not her, well it was up until that night. The night that caused her mind to scream and her heart beating a million miles a minute in her chest. Abhipal, one of the only two male xenomorphs in his hive. His stealth unbeatable when it comes to kidnapping humans. That was his job, to collect humans for the facehuggers so that his hive can grow. This all changed the night he met her. A female human that manages to catch his attention, with her beauty and strength. These two were never meant to meet, but the bond they will have will make it seem impossible for them to be apart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The book does contain bad language, rated R (same as the movies), and trigger worthy content. Read at your own risk. DISCONTINUED. The idea for "Aliens" rightfully belongs to its creator and I don't own the book cover image either.

Y/n is an independent girl living in a small town. She's about as average as it gets. She goes to school, does her work, and is a bit of a tomboy. All you would expect, but there's something, that if people had only stopped and taken the time to see her, really see her. They would have seen something unique and beautiful in every possible way. A vast ocean instead of a shallow puddle she let herself on to be. She's a real diamond in the ruff and it sometimes makes me wonder, "Whatever did I do to deserve meeting you?" I reached out and gently caressed her cheek. Even though I wasn't there physically, it was nice. She groaned and turned in her sleep. I hesitated before "laying" down beside her. Her arm slid into my energy form making me slightly uncomfortable but I didn't move. I watched her as she slept. Her nose scrunched up and her hair was like a Rattata nest. I chuckled softly, picturing her trying to brush it out in the morning. "Mewtwo?" I stiffened, had I awoken her? "Yes?" I replied. Her hand, in my energy form, moved like it was trying to grab something. She scooted closer, to the point where she was curled up, almost touching my energy form, beside me. "I'm glad you're here." ----------------------------- I do not own Pokemon, Detective Pikachu, or the cover picture. I only own Y/N's character, any original characters, and any changes to the original movie.