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The Jock and the Bad Boy (COMPLETE)

Thayer Madison isn't really a bad boy. He doesn't drink... more than anyone else. He follows most of the rules most of the time. And he's not always a grumpy asshole, just usually. So why is everyone so adamant that Eliott stay away from him?Maybe it's because he paints his nails or because he has ways of expressing himself besides talking shit behind people's backs and starting fights. Maybe it's because he's so open and his hair is blue. Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't give a shit about soccer or put up with the soccer team's shit. Eliott Channing is new, and they're quickly finding out that whichever way you slice it, Thayer is very, very bad for them.*this is a first draft*

[the one in red] Tomoe x Reader fanfition Book 1

What happens when Y/N is akarauo's Daughter that tomoe never knew and she followed a girl named Nanami Momonso to the makage shrine where she meets her uncle . and then what happens when she is a pure blood vampire/demon and she is targeted by other demons wanting your power and what happens when akarauo come to speak to you and tomoe and what happens when nanami dies and you see your motherFind out in this book this is book one they will hVE A BOOK TWO ON JANUARY 18 2018sooo enjoy

HazuGawa Library AU

the nanny || jortini

Jorge Blanco is a single father of three and owner of Blanco Records.He hires a nanny: Tini.© 2015 allyouneedistinix

Shadow of you, Min Ho (XOKitty)

Moving to a new country with your bestie doesn't just open up new opportunities but also new hatred...and maybe even new love too.

Sidneeti in Tumblr

Here you can find every sidneeti fanfic of amazing writters on Tumblr . Enjoy !

Il prezzo di un commento - One shot Ranmasa (Gabi x Aitor)

{Completato}Una Ranmasa scritta in una notte di insonnia XDQuesta volta Aitor ha esagerato.Se ne randerà conto?E Gabi lo perdonerà?Attenzione! Yaoi (boy x boy)22.04.2019. #5 in go

Can I Be Your Mrs?

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave!Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of.She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?"Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

a new selection reloaded

this story was orginally on my first account then I graduated from school. I am putting it on here.

Oolu - One Armed Army

The masses always pick on the odd one out. For a society obsessed on being independent we sure cut down anyone that dares to be different.Not that I care, I gave up giving a shit about what society has to say a long time ago. Pity that society still thinks I need to be told. I am the outcast of the outcasts. Double amputee with shiny metal limbs. Cyborg, monster, freak is what most people call me; my name is actually Oolu, another point of ridicule. Add to that my screw the world attitude and I am a prime target for the meat heads and their lapdogs. No one stands up for me. No one speaks out, so I take the abuse. The cuts, the humiliation, the loneliness, I take it all standing up.Lately we have come to a mutual understanding, they leave me alone. They don’t get cut back, they don’t mysteriously fall ill before a game, they don’t have mystical car troubles. You see while they may have numbers and brute strength I have resilience… and magic.That’s how it used to be. I was once the bottom of the pack, the runt of the Litter. But I found my mate, despite their beatings and torment… unfortunately he was the one responsible for all of it. Son of the Alpha, spoilt rotten, could get away with murder if he so choose. Rejected me in front of his friends, ripped away part of my soul, left me in the dust, beaten and broken. So I left. I left the house, I left the Pack, I left the country. I left the continent. I crossed mountain ranges, swam across rivers, hid on boats, in planes and under trucks. During the next 10 years I changed. No longer was I a lost kid sniveling in the dirt, a runt of a werewolf with no friends, now I was one of the strongest Ngahere, I am Tane Mahuta by title. I have friends that walk down Broadway and friends that lurk in the alleyway. I no longer fear, I am to be feared.