NathanFrost
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It Begins With Her
Sci-fi Over one hundred years ago, a group of world’s best scientists gathered in New York City. Their sponsor, a hidden figure, funded them generously to experiment on humans to create an army composed of super humans. The fund was enough to get rid of any moral complications from the scientists’ minds. These types of human experiments were mostly kidnapped from the harsh streets called ‘Powerful’ because they were given extraordinary powers. Eventually, the process was a success. However, one day, six years after the initial experiment, almost all of the Powerful escaped, and hid among society. Slowly, they spread all over the world starting families and secret societies. Apart from their powers, the Powerful were set apart from society due to their strange colored eyes and hair. This was an unintentional side effect of the Power, but it made the Powerful easier to be spotted. A government was form by the unknown sponsor. It was not dependent of the world’s existing nations. Its goal to the public was to round up and euthanize the Powerful because they were too powerful to control. But they are really stove to keep the atrocities they committed secretly.
New York had changed so much from what it was in the early twenty first century. Manhattan, being where the Powerful were originally from, became a kind of haven for them. Many had scattered and gone abroad but others declined to abandon their homes. The Bronx was no more. The Bronx became a city of anarchy and terror. The only people that could get through there in relative safety were Powerful. The entire city had adopted a whole slew of brand-new names. The two most usual were Vampire City or Suckersville. Only the vampires that drank fresh blood situated themselves in the city. The rest were satisfied with the country away from humans.
The government build up headquarters in Manhattan to gather together the Powerful. Manhattan was not the sole location that a branch was build up. The government had built up different branches in all the hot spots where Powerful were all over the world. The government had a distinct group of people known as agents to fulfill its task. Most of the agents were normal humans, but some of them were Powerful. Numerous Powerful were forced into militaristic organization. Powerful agents were not all the time signed up by force. A few did it willingly, but their reasons were never mentioned.
So far, the Government was effective at achieving its goal. Most of the Powerful left were young, fit, and brilliant. As a result, many orphans roamed street pressed into adulthood before they were even in their teens. The story of the ceaseless war between the Powerful and the government begins with her. You might like
Tattoo on her Face
T.C. WOLFE
Isla: A missing child who had been presumed dead for several years. Is she, however, truly dead?
Tricia: An heiress and the daughter of a powerful Empire businessman. Was that life, however, truly meant for her?
Violet: An Assassin’s Guild Founder and the reigning Queen of the Underground City. Is she, however, worthy of that title?
All three distinct identities converge on a single fate.
What if the enigmatic cold assassin and mafia heir named Seth happens to cross her path? Will Seth be able to figure out what she's trying to hide? Or will she reveal herself alongside him?
Upon her sister’s death, she blamed herself for it. That she changed her identity in order to start a new life. She worked so hard to earn what she had right now. She became strong, powerful, feared, and respected.
After many years have passed. What if a ghost from her past comes back to haunt her? What if the things she ought to believe isn't what they really are? Will she be able to deal with it? What if the people she's grown to love and care for have secrets of their own? Will she be able to accept it?
Will it get easier for her in the long run? Or else fate will make things even more difficult for her.
She had always wished to live a normal life, but that wish seemed to exist only in her imagination.
For she is, after all, the girl with the TATTOO ON HER FACE.
Princess of AMBER ("A living THING" sequel)
SBany
I felt a slight pressure applied around my waist. First, I didn't pay attention to it, as my whole focus was on nearly dying girl in front of me. It got tighter and I felt a warmth of air hit my abs through fabric. My gaze fell on the unknown source nearly under me.
Laura.
Her hands wrapped around me, her face buried in to the fabric covering my stomach. I felt her hot breath hitting me hard, her small form shaking. It appeared to me, that she was crying, her sobs - silent.
"Please! Let her go.... Don't be sad......" she squeezed me tighter.
Sad? I was not..... My head moved up. In the dark brown glass decor, I saw my face. I felt mad, angry and all kind of other emotions, but the only one visible was the sorrow and pain. The expression I have never seen on myself before. It looked so foreign, I looked so strange in my own eyes.
"Please don't kill my friend, Bryce! ..... Please.....please..... please stop it...."
From the shock, I released Sharlene's ... The Galaxii Series Omnibus 1
Christina Engela
Just think about it.
As frontiers go, this is probably the most final of them all, not because it may be the last
frontier, but because as long as we try to cross it and explore it, we take it with us. No
matter how far we go, the frontier will always be just that much ahead of us, tantalizing our
curiosities. Thus, we can never really cross it in so far as just push it back a little.
The universe is so vast, so immense, we can never expect to explore it all. It is in effect,
not so much a final frontier as an ultimate frontier; the ultimate frontier – as wide as it
is deep. Stars shine coldly in the unimaginable blackness. Out of the darkness, a tiny speck
caught the distant light of stars – a tiny gray speck that, as it moved, seemed to grow
larger, catching the light just so until it revealed itself to be a ship.
Mykl d’Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling
his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and
some native Earth birds made pleasant sounds above while the cool wind wafted over him as he
lazily …
Wait-a-minute!