The Marauders: Year One (female)

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Ezekiel was his family's golden child. The only child that didn't have any charges, are disrespectful or just spoiled as fuck in his family of 11 children. That was until one drunk night with the hottest guys on the football team. The tension was undeniable, the touch was so insatiable and in the the moment everything was so right.______________________mpreg, smut, love triangles, gay asfbad and good baby daddies

"I want a divorce. I don't want to live here. I know everything now", she said with pain and anger.His eyes turned red and he clenched his fists. He approached her and hugged her softly. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he said,"My sweet princess, try as much as you can, but I'll never let you leave me. You will have to leave over my dead body", as his eyes darkened.Start date: 9th April, 2023TOP RANKINGS#1 in terrifying #1 in planning#1 in escaping#1 in menacing#1 in fakedeath#2 in booklover#4 in escape #8 in darkpast#8 in dark-past #9 in romantic-suspense#9 in romanticsuspense#10 in running #11 in terror#13 in fear#28 in obsessed#38 in secretidentity #53 in series#55 in English#60 in broken#69 in mafia #222 in obsession #223 in mystery#348 in horror#442 in darkromance #509 in shortstory#531 in wattpad

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.

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"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.

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❝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