Delilah Miller supposed to be normal. She wasn’t one of the 49 born in October, she was supposed to grow up in her small English town and become a teacher or something. She wasn’t supposed to help prevent the apocalypse. At least, that’s what she thought.
When her mother moved her across the world, she never though she’d become a member of The Umbrella Academy, never thought her mother would practically sell her off to be experimented on. But well, Reginald Hargreeves paid well to have Delilah pumped with the Hargreeves kid’s blood.
Known as ‘Number 8’ to Reginald and 'The Hybrid’ to the Media, Delilah becomes one of the world’s only 'superhero’s’ When Ben dies, she finds herself packing up her things and going back to the place she once called home, only returning for a certain funeral.
For Daisy Sattler, a bubbly prodigy and dinosaur lover, going to Jurassic World is a dream. She’ll get to shadow experts and interact with real dinosaurs, something she always envied her aunt Ellie for. If only Zach Mitchell, who’s become responsible for showing her around, was as enthusiastic as her and his younger brother, Gray.
For Paige Loxton, head veterinarian, it’s part of her everyday life. Her partner Owen Grady is a raptor trainer, after all. The idea of a new exhibit doesn’t fill either of them with excitement, especially when things about its genetic makeup are being kept top-secret.
As pandemonium erupts across the park, what started off as an average day becomes a battle for survival.
While usually it is the mamas of the ton frittering away to make a match for their children, such was not the case for a young Lord Anthony Bridgerton and Miss Theodosia Beauchamp. Their fathers, Viscount Edmund Bridgerton and Viscount Arthur Beauchamp, friends since childhood, began to ponder the future of their eldest children from their time at Oxford together. The two men had made a pact between themselves that once one of them had a son and the other a daughter, they would see the joining of their households. It was a rather clever idea, but the untimely death of Viscount Edmund Bridgerton and Viscount Arthur Beauchamp’s respite from the ton unraveled their best laid plans. But could this year’s season see that pact restored?
Clones were bred to live in close quarters, to be close. Halo wasn’t as proverbially in each other’s pockets as some units were (notably, the 501st, while deployed, slept almost exclusively in piles of vode), but they were still far closer, touchier, than a normal group of natborn humans would be.