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Gwendolyn Magnolia Rhodes. Such a sweet name right? A sweet name for the sweetest girl most know. She came to New York to get a better job in accounting for a larger firm. Although its a rough and mean city she still tries to help out where ever she can. Most times she's found talking with the local homeless people. In the dreary and dark New York, she is the sun. John Wick is a creature of the night, a boogeyman if you will, and everyone knows monsters only move at night. Why would he wish to deal with the warmth of the day, when he rules the night. He has his world under his pinky finger, he is fear himself. He is a joker card because he has the potential to do anything and be anywhere. However, even the night has remnants of the day, in the shining moon. When other authors describe a girl as the sun, they describe her in such a warm and loving way, yet when Gwen is called the sun, that is not the intent. To John Wick, Gwen's embodiment of the sun, is a sun he looks at scornfully and wishes nothing more than for her to leave him to the bliss of the twisted and dark night. Yet, right as John was getting used to her sun, Gwen was ripped from his sky. --------------------- "'Uh, excuse me Mister, would you like some help? I have antibiotic creams and band-aids in my purse.' Gwen kindly offers." "'Oh. No... I think I'm good.' His voice took her by surprise. It was thick and deep, not like honey because that is too light, it was more like the sap from a dark twisted tree before it crystallizes into amber." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John Wick John Wick x OC I own nothing except the plot and my characters.

You are an assassin like John Wick and one of his known associate and colleague. Your are in love with him and you try to come up with a plan to get closer to him. However, with a little nudge from a secret benefactor/friend, your relationship with Wick takes an favorable turn and some secrets come to light. (A/N: This fanfic is loosely based on John Wick 2014)

Grace works at a diner in a small town. She doesn't break the rules. She doesn't speed. She doesn't use expired coupons. And she would never, ever be caught dead riding on the back of a trained assassin's motorcycle- and blushing. Well... at least not until she met Riv. Then, well, she decided that some rules were made to be broken. And some people's spatulas were made to be used as lethal weapons. With deadly toasters, vengeful barmaids, hot assassins, and car chases, this short story will have you 'in a cold sweat' by the last heartbreaking scene. Disclaimer: the text itself is mainly written by ChatGPT, but the story, plot, and characters are made by me. This is not the final version.

𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨...𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣. • • (Subject to change) CHAPTER 1 ⇛ CRIMSON SAINTS ✏️ CHAPTER 2 ⇛ TBA ⏳ CHAPTER 3 ⇛ TBA ⏳ CHAPTER 4 ⇛ TBA ⏳