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Project freelancer: The Forgotten Agent

Leituras 30,382
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Capítulos 32
Tempo 2h 18m

Leituras 30,382
Votos 670
Capítulos 32
Tempo 2h 18m

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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 ShadowTodos os Direitos Reservados

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Resurgence , de annelystic

WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

Agent Alaska: War on Chorus, de DecimatedBodies

(Seasons 11-13) [Status: Complete] {Book 3} Being heroes after ending Project Freelancer was a big thing to the Blood Gulch crew, but crashing into an faraway and abandoned planet filled with two opposing armies that would do anything to kill each other was a bigger thing. And a bad one. Now, they have to find a way to end this civil war, one way or another...but what if it there's more stuff happening then what the group previously thought there was? [Warning: Strong Adult Language] Red vs Blue is Owned by RoosterTeeth OC Freelancer belongs to me. (There have been people using my story descriptions, plot, and dialogue from my story series and completely ripping it off in their books. Also doing the same with other authors. So if you see any other books that look or are the same as mine or any other author's book, DO. NOT. READ.)

The Blood Order, de esthersteel_

"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

ALPHA WAVE, de cherrykel

When my parents kicked the bucket, I thought that was the universe's way of saying "screw you" to me. But little did I know, life had an even bigger "screw you" in store. Then one sunny summer day out of nowhere, the Infected appeared. And man, were they ugly. Feral, bloodthirsty, savage beasts that looked like they'd been hit with the ugly stick- no scratch that- the ugly tree one too many times. But fear not, for Phoenix Corp arrived on the scene, wielding their science skills like superheroes. They cooked up a cure that saved the day, rescued us from the Infected menace. Or so we thought.... Suddenly, everything I knew was turned on its head when Phoenix agents showed up at my door at midnight and demanded access. I never thought I'd find myself allied with the Infected, the very creatures I saw as my mortal enemy. It's like friends became foes and foes became friends, and I'm left questioning everything I ever believed. But hey, at least I've got a front-row seat to the apocalypse. It's a wild ride, and I'm strapped in for the long haul. Who knows what craziness is yet to come? Oh, did I mention the infected had mouthwatering abs? Oh boy... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.

Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross], de WinterWillow901

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

The Scryer ✔️, de VeroniqueLeNoir

"What are you doing babe," Jim's disembodied voice asked her. "I want to talk to you." "You are," his voice said, almost laughing at her. "Yes, but I want to hear you with my ears, not just in my head. I want to see your face again." "Okay. Well, you still have the little scrying mirror coin-thingy, right?" "It's not enough. I want to hold your hand in mine. I want to kiss your lips...I need to feel you again." "I know. You will one day. Soon." Hannah Stolzfus AKA Gabrielle Winston walked between two realms and lost herJim because of it...murdered by the Demon King by way of her unconditional love for her husband. Six months had passed after Jim's death when Chris, a friend from her ghost-hunting days, first approached her with his new "memorial bot," a brand new program that could communicate utilizing various algorithms; that could text and talk via phone and computer. But there were unexplained glitches; ghosts in the machine, he called them. He wanted her professional opinion as a psychic...Were they really ghosts? Knowing that Chris's dream was robotics, she wondered if he could take it a step further into a realm known only to science fiction? What if he could successfully create an android? What if he could create it so that it looked like Jim? What if he could make it sound like him...move like him...behave like him...Be like him? In every way possible...The perfect lure to attract the greedy Demon King. An original story about a love lost and a love reinvented...Like an amazing dream we sometimes wish to continue once we awaken, perhaps best left up to chance? Or not at all... Hannah is a young woman born of Amish ancestry with a secret. A secret so volatile that her entire family would be ousted or worse and to top it off, the souls of all of humanity hang in the balance. Free will's a bitch.

DESTINY:The Life Changer, de Ojasvinegi

" Why do you want to enter the underworld? " " I love villians. " " I have to find him" " We can do it together. " " I will do it on my own. I will find him and kill him with my own hands. " " You are going to an mission. This mission is not for me but for you. " MISSION : REVENGE Two souls entering in the underworld for their revenge. A girl and a boy who lost their parents in very young age live only for one thing and that is " WHY HE KILLED MY PARENTS ? " These two souls were unaware of what will come in the future. They both were on different track but came in one as their fate wanted it. A boy who lived between the mafia became one to find the killer whereas a girl who doesn't even know how her parents looks like, she become an agent. "You all have been selected in a mission to enter the mafia world and bring us the information. " " Welcome to the new family Ms. Eden" " You can't fall for him it's against the rule. " " But I already did." " We can't be together. " " Boss, don't trust her " " I trust her she can't betray me. " ("Sorry, boss but I have to my mission is more important") " You two look good together " " I don't like him " " I don't like her" " I think I love her. " " I WILL BE YOUR STRENGTH NOT WEAKNESS. " " I LOVE YOU❤ " " You are doing wrong. You have to pay for it. " " We are stronger together " " I lied to you. " " You betrayed me " " Sorry " " Don't show me your face " ( But I still love you) " The real game starts now". " My parents were MAFIA " " I have to find him and kill him with my own hands" " I WILL PROTECT YOU " " Catch me of you can " GUNSHOT!!!! What will happen to them? Will they be able to take their revenge or not? What will be thier future? To find the answers to these questions please read this story and explore more about the life and maybe if you relate it to yourself you can find more about yourself. Thank you 🌹❤

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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

Agent Alaska: Recollection and Freelancer, de DecimatedBodies

(Seasons 6-10) [Status: Complete] {Book 2} After all the crazy shits in Blood Gulch, a new person -familiar to Alaska and Nevada/Texas- comes to join the Reds and Blues, Agent Washington! Though, things don't seem like a lovely reunion as it could've looked when Wash and Alaska reunite, especially if a certain cyan sea-foamed (?) color armored female comes along for the ride. (Recollection and Freelancer in one story) [Warning: Strong Adult Language] Red vs Blue is Owned by RoosterTeeth. OC Freelancer belongs to me. (#1 on RedvsBlue...[Feb. 17th, 2021] Thanks guys, you are awesome!] (There have been people using my story descriptions, plot, and dialogue from my story series and completely ripping it off in their books. Also doing the same with other authors. So if you see any other books that look or are the same as mine or any other author's book, DO. NOT. READ.)

Ol' Big Ears, de Odaocer

You are a freelance technician. The job had its perks, you made your own hours, turned down dangerous jobs and picked your clientele. This was to be a simple job, they seemed desparate for anyone to take it. "J-just come in a take a look at the machine. Even if you can't fix him we'll pay you for the full night! Just please, take a look." A full night's pay for a few hours of work? Sure! At the time you had no idea it would spiral into a murder mystery, your personal brush with death and uncovering the dark history of a glam rock-themed pizza chain. And everyone keeps mentioning some sort of security breach that happened a year prior. Uncover the mystery of the missing purple bunny. 1. Set one year after FNAF:SB and in a combo of the Burntrap + Redemption endings. 2. If you aren't a fan of (Y/N) then feel free to refer to the character as Red or Red Guy (cause Read = Red, get it?). Thanks for getting this to #1 everyone!

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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24