"You look so weird!" "Yeah! That ugly white hair of yours is creepy!" "Stay away from the us you monster!" I cried. They always make fun of me because of my white hair and red eyes. Why am I like this? "Uncle..." "Yes?" "Who are my parents? Why am I like this? Am I a monster?" He lowers down to my level. "You're not a monster. You're Y/N."

You were awaiting your date at an expensive restaurant, only they didn't come. You sat alone at your table in the corner of the place some what disappointed, only to be approached by a strange man with onyx hair and matching eyes. What did this man want?

"Asset 2067..." "Rebecca" Owen interrupted "Rebecca" Clair said sternly " is our most dangerous attraction here, so she needs to be tested" "Tested? What do you mean by tested" Clair hesitated. "We want to see how she works with people" -------------------------------------- Owen Grady trained the raptors since infancy, but he also trained the first hybrid. The part human, part dinosaur, hybrid. ' people call me The Dragon, but Master ( or Owen as he likes to be called ) calls me Rebecca. People created me to become a weapon, and they still want me to be, but Owen thinks I'm more, he wants me to have a normal life. I'm the most dangerous thing here at 60 feet long and 50 feet tall, I tower over the T-Rex by a few feet. People come and stair at me everyday, but when a boy my age comes with his younger brother, I can see something in his eyes, and I can't help but feel a spark. Little did I know is that he felt it to. When the Indominus breaks out he comes to Rebecca for help, and she joins him. But when she see's the boy again, will she snap out of it, or be responsible for his death. -------------------------- Read at your own risk. This story is in no way amazing. But, who knows, it might be what you're looking for. All rights go to Jurassic World, I only own Rebecca. Highest rank #17 in Jurassic World #1 Indominus #1 Raptors #10 Fantastic #1 Jurassic World Fanfiction #5 Chris Pratt

Merfolk were the very foundation of Shota Aizawa's childhood. Growing up with an absentee mother and a father who worked hard to keep them comfortably afloat, Aizawa found himself growing up faster than most kids his age. Mature beyond his years, he still derived joy from the stories his father would tell him at night. Sitting on the end of his bed, his dad would spin tales of finned creatures who convened with dolphins and wrestled sharks. Shimmering scales and magic that surpassed what was thought to be possible with quirks alone. Stories of seashell hoards and kingdoms built of colorful coral and carefully polished stone. It was one of the few things Shota could look back on and smile. The mere mention of them brought a light feeling to his chest and a shine to his eyes. Though, he never would've thought those myths could be true. (I do NOT own the cover art)

SO yes.. as you may know.. This is a soviet x reader story.. some parts may be very cringy so beware. i wrote this book a year ago. still updates though!! :)) also check my UN x reader

You cried in your basket. The rain lured onto your face. It was cold. Your parents abandoned you, you were an accident. A pair of strong arms lifted you up and you open your eyes to see 4 figures staring at you. "Let's call her Lollipop dudes." One says happily. He gets smacked by a different figure. "How bout Y/N?" The one in blue asks. The figures look at each other and nod. You giggle. Than they carry through the dark to their home....

Those stories for every zodiac will be pretty complex and hopefully accurate too. I am looking into knowing more about each zodiac sign. 🖤❤️👑💖

It is what the title says it is. Also, this was requested of me by one of my friends so this is dedicated to them. @EvaSapagova

A young femme with a smile that could melt the coldest of sparks and a personality that could lift the darkest of moods wonders a new planet for her big brother. A brother she has been trying to find for the past thousand years last she heard he was now on earth from some neighbouring planets who kept tabs on the cybertonians.