Returns Stories

with the universe coming to an end, she has to face her fears with her best friend and the power living inside of her.

(Sequel to Radioactive: The Mystery Avenger) They thought she was gone forever, but when events at SHIELD take a turn for the worse, their darkest nightmares and greatest dreams come to light, along with the horrifying truth about the death of her parents, and they are forced to take action. But can they all accept the changing of the world, or will they hide in the past? © [Steve Rogers/OC]

Emi has been away from her brothers for 3 years, when she returns, they have a big secret.

When Violet was a little girl, she created a perfect little world that she called Trivium. Years later, Violet has forgotten all about Trivium but Trivium hasn't forgotten her. She's mysteriously transported to Trivium to realize it has been taken over by madness. Can Violet save her little world or will she be consumed by madness? *Based off Alice in Wonderland and Alice: Madness Returns*

******* "I never new you were coming here", James said sounding shocked by my arrival. There was another emotion which was very clear in his voice, anger. How could a womanizer like him be called my husband? " Yes, you never know. I guess God showed me the path and I must admit, what you did here was very out of place. It deserves punishment-", immediately those words escaped my mouth I felt his palms on my cheek. His usual behavior. Unshed tears managed to fall from my lovely brown eyes. He was very unworthy of me, but what could I do? I was his property now and no one in the village could help me. As if they would if they had the chance to. "Do not ever talk to me with that hostile voice. Stupid girl. You are mine now. You think those puppy brown eyes and that pretty face of yours have an effect on me?", he said in his usual hoarse tone. What and who have I gotten my self into? No matter how he troubled me I was never going to give up fighting for my rights. If there was one thing I learnt in the big city full of sinners, then it will definitely be that, we humans had rights. " No. I don't think that. I think you are an imbecile and... and a coward. That is what you are. All you do is dodge your problems, but I promise you, they will always come back to haunt you", I said pointing my middle finger at him. At the mention of these, his filthy hands found their way back own my soft cheeks. I was done for. I knew it............... ******** This is a little part of the story. The story follows the life of a young girl who struggles to make her rights known. A village girl who fight for her rights whiles struggling to fit in a male dominated society. She goes through love, heartbreak, and even life costing accidents, but doesn't give up. Will she find the home she's been longing for? Her home, her sweet home. Because to her, a home is a society where everyone loves and respect each other regardless of their gender.

tax returns

We're all mad here. But of course, I've never been fond of mad people, no matter where I've been. And now that my Wonderland is falling apart, I am the only one who can save it, along with saving myself. But with so many memories lost and abandoned, will I be able to?

Jack is now 75 an this is a story of his life leading up to his now age jack suffers from an illness called AMAUROSIS FUGAX which causes temporary blindness

Previously 'Who knew being auctioned off could be so eventful???'. This story follows the life of Sirena Beaux, a girl who has been rejected and tossed around like trash throughout her life. She does not believe in love and is extremely sarcastic. Finally her last family after adopting her puts her up for auction. What happens now? Who buys her at this auction? Does she ever find love?...or does she find her family? Read on to find out more... Book cover credits - Lovesoreel

Alice is not me, but she was born from the opposite of me. In real life, my father never drank, never smoked, never even touched temptation. My mother knows truth in her bones and she recognizes it in all things, in all people. That's the earth I was planted in: clarity, wisdom, strength. Alice was born into a different soil. This story isn't about me. It's a mirror held up to the world white folks made and the reflection they refuse to see. Her mother is a judge. Not a villain, but a believer. In systems. In order. In paper laws that never protected girls like her daughter. She loves Alice fiercely, but can't speak the language of spirit. She thinks truth lives in courtrooms. One day, she'll learn that the land tells the truth far better. Her father is a guitarist. A dreamer. A runner. A man who turned rebellion into a lifestyle but never made it a purpose. He raised Alice on rhythm and avoidance. He taught her how to disappear in plain sight. They are not evil. They are familiar. They are the parents many white folks recognize. The ones who mean well, who don't understand, who think acceptance is enough. Alice is not here for acceptance. She's here for reckoning. She wasn't born into cruelty, she was born into denial. That, too, is a kind of violence. She is clever. She is sacred. She is the faultline cracking open the silence of stolen land. This is her story. Not safe. Not soft. You're damn right I wrote her... Because I'm that motherfucking cis-passing, white-passing, tyranny-walking-down-your-street. Boom. You won't see me coming, but I've always been here and I'm just getting started.