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*ONE NIGHT WITH GREGORY* I was buried alive for two years. My Aunty Christine ripped me from my parents, locked me in a yellow room, and burned the name Tinsel Monroe until the world believed I was ash. _“GOOD. STAY DEAD,”_ she wrote on my missing poster. I thought she was the monster. I was wrong. She made me a ghost to save me from the men who burned my parents alive. She became the villain so I’d have a heartbeat. Then I ran — straight into Gregory Hale at 3am in the ruins of Panther Way. He gave me his coat. Left me at sunrise. Four days later I was in his tower, breathing only because his best friend said _“make sure she’s safe.”_ Zack Finnson. Zack who smiles first and asks questions later. Zack who knows the guard rotations better than the guards. Zack who was there the night my parents died, and the night Gregory found me, and every night since. Zack who checks my locks twice. Zack who told Gregory _“she’s safer if the world thinks she’s dead.”_ Gregory is cruel to my face and ruined behind my back, building cages to keep monsters out. But the doors all have Zack’s fingerprint. *_She burned my name to save my life. He says my name like it burns his mouth. And the man who swore to protect me… never told me where he was the night the fire started. *Is Zack the reason I’m alive? Or the reason I needed saving?* *Read to find out who’s really keeping me safe.*

Gregory has been working for the young lord long enough to have no illusions about his feelings. He feigns indifference, but it's getting harder every day. Especially in those moments when McKinley fixes him with that cold, gray gaze, as distant and unapproachable as the lord himself.

Detective Gregory is an outstanding officer in Las Vegas. He is an independent, handsome, intelligent yet rude and socially disabled man. He is an orphan and has been passed to many household that learnt 10 languages namely; Filipino, Latin, Chinese, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Russian, German, African, and specially English. He was working in a rape case and fell in love with the victim, Astrid Green.

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Harper Novac finds an old tape in her attic. The tape only plays static though. To everybody but Harper that is. Every time Harper watches the tape there is something different no rewinding required. Harper thinks this is amazing, that is until the tape starts to show her some not so friendly things. But who will believe her? After all, the tape is just static.

Charles only wanted to find her to have his revenge on people who killed his family. He sacrificed himself to have clues of her whereabouts. Little did he know he is threading on the wrong side of the coin. He lost himself on the process when he was too blind to see that she is the only one who can make him sane again. When everything is lost by anger and revenge, will his soul lead him back to her?

Luffy eats the Mind-Mind Fruit. Rather than a rubber body, he gets the most powerful brain on the planet. Intelligence and telepathy at his command, he puts both to good use in his quest to become Pirate King and to help those he deems Nakama along the way. Copy from FF. Il update when the original Author Updates Original author DuncanIdaho2014 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13562243/1/

Contracts. This has been the way of our world. The agreements between a mortal and a god. We do not know why they do this. What do they want ? Why us ? Who do they fear ?

Luffy and Zoro awaken in two different parts of East Blue, both with the same thing on their mind. Protect the crew. There would be no failures this time around, Captain's orders. As bits and pieces of the unknown past that the two comrades share are gradually revealed, the rest of the crew can only speculate. For all their absolute resolve, they're hiding something.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.