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Please, no voting!反派上位之绿茶影帝篇[快穿]_晴川泪相思One sentence summary: Two drama stars have an online drama.　　Purpose: To do work, you must be diligent and down-to-earth.Summary in the first chapter. NOT MINEMTL. NO EDITING

Y/n lives a hard life, she's a 15 year old girl, completely normal right? Wrong. At home she takes constant abuse, all the while working three jobs to support her "loving" family, and attempting to be a mother figure to her 3 year old brother. What she hadn't realized is that there is an extremely large family willing to do anything to have her.---------------The fleur family have always wanted a girl, for generations only boys were biologically taken into the family. It was deemed impossible by them to have a girl, through the mother's and aunts and grandmothers who married into the fleur family, none of them had been blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Of course they all loved there sons dearly, and all of the family had grown accustomed to wanting a baby sister, one to coddle and love with all their hearts, one to protect from the world and all the darkness that comes with it.So what happens when the whole fleur family goes out to eat at the local diner, and has little y/n as there waitress for the day. The ENTIRE family immediately grows an attachment to this frail girl,, and feel that if nobody else will love her, they will.They notice how she flinches when a loud noise occurs,or whinces whenever she bumps into a table.They want you in there family, they want you all to themselves to love, but how far will they go?I'm not good at descriptions, but give this story a try. I will try and update at least once a week.

brief introduction:　　"Crossing into the text of giving birth to a child and giving birth to a cub" Author: May 1st [End] The copywriter was passed into the text of a baby with eight treasures and gave birth to a cub of a domineering president. Xie Yicai was fired from the company and owed a huge amount of debt. He couldn't find a job. He could only be introduced by a friend to write a novel of eight treasures for one child to make money to pay off the debt. The sadistic love affair he wrote has been scolded by countless people, but he made a lot of money. He was happily counting money, and he was punished and transmigrated into his novel. he became the protagonist.

Этот фанфик по Роме и Юле,я уже писала фанфик но он мне не понравился и я его удалила🥲

"Oh my god, this Corvette is so fucking sexy." I ran my hand along the peeling red paint. It wasn't in the best condition, but a Corvette was a Corvette. "Can I drive it?""There's no engine. We used it for parts," Drake said.My heart sank into my stomach, and I let out a wheeze. "You what?""We were running low on funds, so we did what we had to do," Josiah said. "It never meant anything to us anyway."What the fuck?"How the hell can you call yourselves a racing team if you're willing to do that to one of the best-looking cars ever made?" I shook my head. "It's disgusting.""What? Racing?" Drake's mouth fell open. "Oh my god, no. We wanted a driver."I looked over at Josiah, then Drake. "I drive cars for a living, therefore I'm a driver. What's the confusion?""You said you drove for RTR," Josiah said.I nodded. "Yeah, Roger Truscott Racing.""Oh no. Oh my god. Look, in our line of work, that means Real Time Robotics," Drake said."Robotics? What the fuck is going on?" I asked."You wouldn't happen to know much about combat robotics, would you?" Drake forced a smile, and it wasn't difficult to see the hope leave his eyes.***Katie Moore is a controversial figure in the car racing world with several strikes against her. One, she is a female. Two, she is a female with opinions. And three, she is a female with opinions who thoroughly enjoys sharing them with no inhibition. A one-track mind (with a few side streets), all she wants is to win a race to shut everyone up about her mistakes and misfortunes.But when she's down on her luck, a team of nerds finds their way into her life, giving her an offer that she probably should refuse.

When he closed his eyes, he thought that he was dead, but the next thing he knew, he was given power and a system and told to have fun in a new world. Why complain when you can embrace it

Ella was the alpha's daughter. She was the supposed heir and first female Alpha of the pack after her parents failed to bear another child, but her life went sour. She was abhorred, rejected, and termed a demon by her father and entire pack after she committed a grievous crime on the day of her supposed first shift.Ella believed that meeting her mate would bring the end of her suffering, but when she was faced with her fated mate, the cursed Lycan prince who stared back at her with contempt, irritation and hatred, her last hope became bleak. She was thrown into his arms as another prey to be devoured and everyone knew it was a death sentence to be his mate. She was his third mate and next to get killed by his beast just as his curse demands. But when no one expected it, the unimaginable happened.Note from the Author.I am still learning to pen down my imaginations. This might be the worst book you'd read. You can stop reading when you get triggered and pissed to the core. Switch to my other book or leave entirely instead of commenting how bad it is. I am not proud of it. Wrote most of it when I was a growing teen tasting my ability to write. Improving nevertheless. 😘Thanks.

❝She kills without second thought.❞•Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies."You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes.Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight.There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess.The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me.Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life."Mine,"•Completed ✔️MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF#1 in TEEN FICTION