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The Way It Should Have Been

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Reads 1,942
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Parts 9
Time 3h 19m

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fantasy heydrich reinhardheydrich ww2 wwii

He knew what a monster he had become. The need for power, status, and more erased the man he could have become if only things had been different. Perhaps there was regret running through him, perhaps not. 

The Butcher of Prague, Hitler's Hangman, the Man With the Iron Heart, Blond Beast, and the Young Evil God of Death. All names given to a man that had blood on his hands by the thousands, if not more. 

Yet, the path that he should have taken beckons like a beacon in the dark until his thoughts are consumed by her.

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fantasy heydrich reinhardheydrich ww2 wwii

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] by 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 :)

Born To Kill - Book I {Rewritten} by GrissyQuinn

"Lesson one. Never cross Alexander Valentino" I pressed on one of the knives in his hand. "Lesson two. Never call me Princess!" with that I gracefully cut his throat with my katana. His throat instantly started bleeding . Making the sounds of Santini drowning in his own blood, fill the room. "Remind me to never call you princess" Angelo said placing his gun away. "Never call me princess" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The moment she turned 18, Skylar Diamond was broken beyond repair by her own father. Tortured and trained in a facility to kill on command with no regrets or remorse. In seven years she became one of the most feared female assassins in the world. Her name captures the attention of a very powerful man. She gets recruited by Alexander Valentino, a most respected Mafia boss in New York City. She will help him fight a war against his enemy, but will he help her against her own war against her inner demons? Will her broken soul survive or will it shatter completely beyond repair? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story cannot be copied or distributed in any way!

Chasing Colours by SmexyLermaniac

"Mein Kampf. My struggle. It is different for everyone, is it not? I just didn't want to see the world from someone else's point of view. I have my own story, so do you and so does everyone. These white pages are for me to write my story" --- x --- x---- Two young hearts in love. The propaganda that questioned humanity. A war that divided the world. The pages of history that sullied the soil. A tale was spun when Germany entered a new era with Adolf Hitler. With that tale happened the forbidden story of two young Germans in love, an Aryan and a Jew. As the world was thrown into the chaos of the Second World War and the Holocaust, new horrors unfolded in the peaceful lives of the young lovers. Death and despair that was tested with the strength of a smile or two.

Vampyr by MoonlitMortician

Protect his sister. That was the task Vladislav was charged with when his family was wrenched apart. Like so many others, he and his sister, Branka, are shipped away to death camps, but Vladislav finds himself selected for a much darker project. Transformed into a bloodthirsty monster with insurmountable strength, Vladislav frees himself from the camp and embark on a perilous journey across occupied Poland. In getting his sister to safety, he'll master his new abilities, dodge Nazi patrols, keep his thirst quenched, and even make sure young Branka doesn't run from him before they arrive. Warning: This story contains topics and situations including talk of the Holocaust and depiction of gore that some may find disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised.

Tulips in Her Hand by ellieerose_

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Eighteen Years To An End by Rslyntosay

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Amber Dusk | OLD Version by october-kitten

Rage is like wildfire. Princess Sonya Reinove is no stranger to rage; in fact, it is the very thing that drives her. After the disappearance of her older sister and the murder of her mother, the Elders of the Unknown World force Sonya to the Protector's Academy in Siberia to be placed under their protection. Sonya sees this as the perfect chance to train to become a Protector so she can exact revenge on the man that killed her mother. In her final year of training, Protectors and Novices begin to be murdered near and on campus--all Royal supernaturals, just like herself. Sonya quickly realizes that not only is the Academy not as safe as it appears to be, but that she must also question those that she has come to trust with her life over the past six years. ----------☼----------☼----------☼----------☼----------☼----------☼----------☼----------☼---------- If you want the typical vampire/werewolf/mating story, this isn't the book for you. It has a lot more meat than that. § Book One in the Essentia echelon § Cover by @-queenpuff *** ORIGINAL VERSION ***

Der Schwarze Prinz ( A Youjo Senki Reincarnated Male Reader) by AdoboCatWorks

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That gentle melody (Vladimir Makarov x Reader) by sephiro90

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Pull The Trigger by mooskiiReadz

"Why would a beautiful woman such as yourself put yourself in such a difficult position?" I do not answer. I'm a decorated police officer, his mafia tactics do not scare me. Smack " I asked you a fucking question" I spit out the blood that gathered in my mouth. I was hit again this time with more aggression. I got dizzy, and struggled to steady my vision. "Do you think I'm playing games with you, hm? Do you think I have time to waste?" I look up at him with hatred burning through my eyes, radiating my anger and tolerance. "No matter how much you hate it, you need me-" " I need NO ONE!-" "SO DO IT!" "PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER" _________________________________________________________________________________ He never wanted to becoming the monster he is. He never intended to kidnap a woman against her will. But if your daughter was taken, wouldn't you do the same?

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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 :)