Hold the freakin' phone [cell phone? Do people still say this?] ... ... ... Anyway, this beaut is another story I have no idea how I got to but am super happy I did. Sometimes I just keep clicking and clicking and I get rec'd genres that aren't even close to each other. I suppose the 'love' tag may have connected it to 'alien' romance--don't judge me! On to Three Eleven Thirteen review: Ellie, is the creature humanoid experiment that Ripley's father, initially funded by the Govt., created [for reasons I can't say because that's too much of a spoiler]. After her father's untimely death at his own hands, Ripley becomes guilty with her fathers actions of locking Ellie up and then the fun begins.

The writing is smooth and the plot is fan-fucking-tastic. What to be wary of?: It's incomplete. The chapters are short and because fluid writing and a gripping plot are involved it's very easy to read all the chapters in one sitting. It's over way too soon. I'm also unsure about the writers updating schedule.

February 19th, 2018

He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable.

He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another.

He looked at me, truly looked at me.

My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand.

I will have her keep working with him. He will speak.

February 23rd, 2018

He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday.

March 13th, 2018

Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on.

March 27th, 2018

My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him.

April 4th, 2018

He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this?

April 5th, 2018

Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death.

I am a coward.

April 6th, 2018

I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.