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Project freelancer: The Forgotten Agent

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Agent Arizona.... No wait, it's Agent Shadow. The last thing I saw was the building falling. The thought of death finally frightened me. Then everything went black after that. 

Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong in my life. How long has it been since my kidnapping or the day I was so close to death? 2 maybe 3 years?

You know what, I don't care. I finally found two of the others. This whole time, they thought I was dead.... Well It sure felt like it. Anyways, the world should know my story. The truth behind the freelancers. This is my story.

-Agent ShadowAll Rights Reserved

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Release Me by anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert) [Being heavily overhauled] by Alpha423

You were one of the first freelancers and one of the best you could never fill a mission no matter what happens you always succeed no matter who you fight you always come out on top. You've lost a lot of people you care about in your life along with Losing your memory on top of all. What will happen when you get your memories back will happen when you remember the ones you love and what will happen when you figure out who you really are.

Agent Arizona: Man or Machine? by Fireslash97

After the Great War between Humanity and the Covenant, we were at peace. The Elites had made a truce with Humanity and all was well, except for Rex Marcus Wolford. He was a man that couldn't cope with inaction. So he enlisted in a project for highly trained, skilled men and women. Codename: Project Freelancer. What adventures lie ahead for Agent Arizona? Will he fall in love? Will he reunite with someone he thought he'd never see again? Only time will tell, and honestly time has never been for good for a man like Arizona.

Scarlett & Ethan by my_life-my_rules_

I've changed my identity three times. can never be to sure right. right now Im Riley Blake. a school teacher with short dark hair, with big innocent eyes. having managed to escape, I've lived a relevantly normal life for the past 6 years. by no means have I forgotten my revenge or stopped practicing or keeping taps. as I said relevantly normal life. Orions possible death seems far to fetched for me. but at the same time, where else could that grumpy old man be right now. he would have never just left me like that. there was no dead body to find. just the footages they used to lure me in. Orion had been gone for the longest time, and I had started to get paranoid, I was expecting the worst, and I acted according to my feeling. And I think someone is on to me. I get this weird feeling that someone is watching me. I turn and enter a clothing store. hide behind some clothes and watch the door from a mirror. there he is. someone entered behind me. he must be suspecting me of something. without being noticed by him I leave the store. and just as I turn a corner I open my phone to delete all the footages available. no proof of me ever being there. ill have to create some proof of being somewhere else. because it isn't just the enemy thats after me, but also the agents. but really I only have myself to blame. when I thought Orion had died I created chaos. so much fucking chaos. I like to call it the grieving faze. when I had finally calmed down after the attempt on my life and Orions so called death. I broke down and watched the last footage available of Orion just to realize, the guy in the video didn't have the neckless. it was not Orion. but Orion is still no where to be found, something happened to him. it must have, he would never just leave me.

THE HUNTED ONE (A Story of Telekinesis) [ Completed ] by WPutman68

Have you ever had anything strange happen to you that you couldn't explain? One moment you're normal, the next... Well, it happened to me. On my sixteenth birthday, my life changed forever. I learned that day I was different. I have a gift... And I've been hunted by men intending to capture or kill me just because of what I can do. I'm Telekinetic, a mover they call me. I can move objects with just my thoughts. I can do things that most other people only dream about. Except sometimes a dream can start out exciting, and quickly become a nightmare. My name is Kyle... and this is my story. "The Hunted One " is part one of the series. Part two is called "Caitlin's Way". And part three, " Destiny " is also completed. I've also finished writing "The Presence." It's a ghost story with my kind of twist and takes place at the same time as my first two stories and If you're a Hunted One reader, you may find the ending interesting... I also have a story called "Return of the Black Eyed Children " It's based on the legend. (Look it up on Google) My latest is called "Vengeful Spirits." I'm sure the tittle describes what it's about... Please consider all my stories as a first draft. I'll be editing/polishing as time allows. Highest ranking for "The Hunted One" #45 in Paranormal on 09/29/17 And as always silent readers are always welcome. Votes and Comments are always much appreciated! Follow @WPutman68 to keep up on my latest posts. Thanks to everyone for their support and taking some time out of your busy day to spend it in my world... Favorite Quote: "You are the person you are supposed to be, nothing more, nothing less." Thanks again... Wayne...

Levi's Last Hope by LovedAThousandLives

*COMPLETED* When Rosie turned thirty-one with nothing to show for it, she panicked. Suddenly it felt like her biological clock was ticking, but she didn't want to settle for a man for the sake of having a child. So, after falling down a rabbit hole of research online, she decided to find herself a sperm donor. A strangely vague profile ends up catching her interest. The only real thing she learned about him was that his name was Levi and he was in the military. One invasive and intimate procedure later, Lily was conceived. It was a few months after her daughter was born, when Rosie should have been fretting about the price of nappies and lack of sleep, her worries were overshadowed by an event she never, ever could have predicted: a zombie outbreak. Rosie locked herself away in Finches tower block, stocked up on supplies from abandoned neighbouring flats, and lived every day with the sole purpose of keeping her daughter alive. Doing so meant avoiding the dead as well as the living. She'd been doing a decent job of it so far. Until a man breaks into the tower block, but it wasn't just any man. It was Levi, Lily's literal sperm donor. And he was there to save them. -- When a bioweapon was released on UK soil, Staff Sergeant Levi James Brackley was sent from pillar to post in an attempt to help neutralise and contain. Once it was clear neither was possible the last resort was to form a safe zone on the Isle of Wight. Levi decided to stay behind. The last evac chopper left without him on board. He knew it was a shot in the dark, that they were probably dead already, but he had to try. Without knowing it, they'd become a beacon of light during the darkest time of his life. Now it was his turn to be there's.

The Presence by WPutman68

The Blackwell Legend. It dates back before the Salem witch trials, which tells of a family having mystical abilities to open portals, make objects move on their own, and even... talk to the dead. Over a hundred years ago the two eldest brothers had a falling out that split the family. One side turned to the light, and used their gifts cautiously; while the other embraced the dark, and death always followed. Present Day... After moving into a haunted house, gifted twins Max and Megan Blackwell hear of the legend and discover they've moved to a town that hate and fear them because of their name. With the help of new allies they must decide who to trust as they fight against evil, both the living, and the dead, and struggle to find their untold destiny as The Chosen Ones... (COMPLETED) (Editing) Credit for the cover goes to @Paranormal-Eyes Received 2nd place under Horror and Paranormal in the 2016/2017 Paramount Awards. Please consider this story as a first draft. The first chapter was posted 11/17/16 and the highest ranking (so far) in Paranormal is #93 on 02/06/2017 Silent readers are always welcome. Comments and votes are always much appreciated! *** I've posted part three of The Hunted One series. "Destiny," is now completed. I've also begun to post chapters of my new story "Vengeful Spirits." Please feel free to check them out. *** Favorite Quote: "You are the person you are supposed to be, nothing more, nothing less." Again, thanks for spending some of your precious time in my little corner of Wattpad. Wayne...

Indespectus ✔ by batmankilledmycat

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Release Me cover

Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert) [Being heavily overhauled] cover

Agent Arizona: Man or Machine? cover

Scarlett & Ethan cover

THE HUNTED ONE (A Story of Telekinesis) [ Completed ] cover

Levi's Last Hope cover

The Presence cover

Indespectus ✔ cover

of course we'll be okay cover

THE THERAPIST cover

Release Me

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.