Echelon storie

Collection of oneshots of my two little babies, Jared Leto and Gerard Way. Requests welcome! Keep an open mind about the ship, it might be cuter than you think.

Jared and Shannon Leto Quotes

Hello Echelon ! I'm not quite sure of what'll happen next because I'm actually still writing it. :) hope you enjoy it! PROVEHITO IN ALTUM

This is just a small Fan fiction/ Imagine. Hope you enjoy it. I will add on with more short stories/fan fictions/imagines if you'd like. I'm up for ideas just message me in the comments or how ever you'd like. Again, I hope you enjoy.

A writer. A dream. A journey.

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EDITING MY TEXTS ATM Collection of poems , reflections on life, my dark side, my silent hopes. Inspired by my darkness, revealed by my Echelon life. A tribute to all the changes.

I wrote this for a contest...

Samira denkt sich nicht viel dabei, als sie ihrer besten Freundin VIP-Tickets für ihre Lieblingsband 30 Seconds to Mars schenkt. Doch was eine einzige Begegnung auslösen und verändern kann, ist ihr zu diesem Zeitpunkt noch nicht bewusst. (Unnützes Wissen: Die Geschichte spielt 2010, als ich die FF das erste Mal begonnen habe.)

The city of Seoul has awakened to a new dawn of hierarchy after a vicious struggle for power breaks out, wiping out the majority of the human population. After decades of fighting to gain the upper hand, power is vested in the Alexandrites, skill is extracted from the Morganites, energy is provided by the Zirconites and the city is rebuilt over the bodies of the Citrinites. There is an unexplainable financial leak in the government and the economy is rapidly crashing. Revival is essential but there is one barrier that is impossible to penetrate ... Park Ji-ah How long did you think she'd stay dormant? Date started : 16•02•2019 Date finished: -----------------

I dont speak for my self alone , Lord help me to speak for my self .

Trzecia część memów z członkami zespołu Thirty Seconds To Mars oraz naszą cudowną rodziną zwaną Echelon'em. Od 03.09.2018 do 09.02.2019

Elle - music, love and friendship (A Jack Rock Novel) At fourteen, Elle had a perfect life with loving parents, a happy home and her neighbor and the best friend, Chris, always around. But on a cold night, her friend goes away in search of his dream: becoming a rockstar. Four years later, when a tragedy brings them together, Chris, now guitarist of the famous band Jack Rock, goes to the rescue of his childhood friend. But she is all grown up and doesn't want to be protected. Will it the childhood friendship resist growing up or Elle's search for independence will lead her to another path? >>> Don't forget to check out the book trailer on the summary chapter! ;) <<< Warning: This work is owned by the author. Book registered in the National Library. Any attempt of plagiarism or copy is punishable by law . ASIN Code: B0182EVTFU Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

The 228th Black Ops were a very small specialized battalion of clones in the Grand Army of the Republic Which eventually grew into a very large Corps. They are a special ops branch from the 10th System Army. It consisted of three companies which included: Shadow Company, Steel Company, and Onyx Company, all of which have the same camouflage with various color alterations for their armor. Many members of the 228th were encouraged to camouflage their weapons to match their armor, this was because the 228th would often conduct stealth operations and act behind enemy lines and black was often seen as one of the worst colors to have your weapon as it didn't blend into any environment. Except for the Darkness... Unlike many clone military organizations the 228th didn't train their members since the beginning of their clone lives, but instead, hand-picked clones who excelled in combat movement and tactical theory. This was because they valued the thought and theory of combat more than the run and gun tactics clones were often trained to use. After clones were chosen for joining the 228th, they were trained in the basics in all kinds of different sections of specialization, i.e. Engineering, Medical Knowledge, disarming explosives, hacking, close combat, torture, etc. ***NOTE*** this story is constantly developing. The 228th's Main history is completed, smaller side missions will still be developed continually!!!

On festival night the harbor lights blink out, a clamp screams, and someone goes under. Seventeen-year-old Alessia Monroe moves before the town can gasp-no cape, no magic spectacle, just fast hands, a steel ladder, and a family that treats competence like a language. When the lights come back, a stranger is replaying the moment frame by frame, and polite people with silver-crest cards (teeth? crown? gear?) start using words like discretion and community safety. Echelon is what happens when power dresses like philanthropy and asks the gifted to be quiet. The Monroes don't chase glory; they keep receipts-literally, in a matte tin hidden behind a baseboard-names and favors the harbor would rather forget. Invitations become interviews; a cliff-house "briefing" feels like a velvet threat; a fundraiser rewrites history in white walls and champagne. Threading between it all are texts from someone called V: useful, unnerving, never free. As pressure builds, Alessia leans on the oldest coastal law-water tells the truth first. Expect urban-fantasy grit with political-thriller bones: protective mom energy, found family, slow-burn secrets, and a heroine who refuses to be anybody's evidence. The question isn't what she can do; it's who gets to decide what she's allowed to be.

"What did I tell you about other men?" "I don't know Jared... this is serious." I mutter looking at his chest, lying through my teeth. Growling again he forces my chin up to look at him. "Say it again." He dares. "It's serious." I mutter looking him in the eyes, trying to keep my lip twitching under control so he won't know I'm lying. His hand connects with the wall beside my head, a growl emanating from his lips, I look up at him lustfully. "You can't change my mind." "The hell I can't." He snarls grabbing my arm, yanking me toward his desk.