"Stop what? This fucking guy... Tried to kill us. He said to go out and get his car! Call yourself a principal." Mae-Lynn watched Cheong-San pull out a phone and pretend to record. "Hey right, that's a good idea! I'm filming everything. Let go or I'm gonna send this to the police immediately." "Cheong-San, don't!" She warns. "You little- I will kill you."

ᴍᴇ, ᴄʜᴇᴏɴɢ-ꜱᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ-ᴊᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ? ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Hιɱ? ♥♛ Wαɾɳιɳɠʂ! : Vισʅҽɳƈҽ Aɳԃ Bαԃ Lαɳɠυαɠҽ

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18 year old Ariel and 19 year old Alex have been best friends for a long time, Ariel has had a crush on Alex for a while now, but he's made sure she knows he doesn't feel the same. find out to see what happens in this rollercoaster ----- Story will contain muture scene's and language

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

Ádhmharaighe es una palabra celta que puede traducirse a "herida afortunada". Es decir, un accidente paradojal; cuando ocurre una cosa incorrecta en el momento correcto, produciendo un resultado mucho mejor que el esperado por un suceso planeado. Ádhmharaighe resume parte de la esencia de esta compleja historia que mezcla simbolismos, riñas, especies extrañas y técnicas únicas. Albus Dumbledore se vera hasta el cuello en una situación, donde su única solución será solicitando ayuda extranjera, sin saber que la asistencia también complicará las cosas en Hogwarts, tanto para profesores como alumnos. ¿Qué hacer cuando el único ser que puede socorrerlo es casi mas peligroso que su enemigo? ¿Qué hacer cuando su arma de doble filo termine cortando a todos dentro del colegio? ¿Qué hacer frente a un dragón negro que quiere ser director? ¿Qué hacer con alguien con un humor mas acido que el de Snape? Lean y descúbranlo.... ____ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇ ɪᴠᴏɴɴᴇ ESTA HISTORIA NO ES MÍA Historia original: https://www.potterfics.com/historias/82385 Autora: Helindir

Fiona Marino, belonging to an Italian father and a Spanish mother moved to America along with her brother Roberto. Of course they did not move just like that- their father, Antonio Marino had close ties with the Corleone family especially Vito. The two siblings were to be repositioned with the Corleone family and to work with them. It took several years for the rest of the Corleone family to trust the Marino siblings, but as they proved themselves worthy- they were now part of the family. Then came Connie's wedding and thats when Fiona met Michael Corleone.

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

In a world full of unoriginal and insulting nicknames, lousy gits, and allegedly homicidal relatives, Evangeline Tonks finds that her only comfort is her trusty walkman, and her favorite mixtape. And, of course, her best friend, Dean Thomas. Though, it seems there are problems that even The Cure's best album cannot solve.