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Temporarily His by lalamusicisme
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He needed a wife for his company, she needed money for her family. "Blaze the last thing I want you to do before I die is marry." Is what Blaze's Grandmother told him. She also told him that he wasn't getting his Father's company without having a girl to spend the rest of his life with, and that's where Sage fits in. Sage was a lower middle class girl, who was helping her mother pay the bills, when she sudden loses her job, she has nowhere to turn to, but I guess that's where Blaze comes in. I hope that you laugh, are frustrated, and fall in love with them.*Not Edited*
The Boxer and the Blogger by summer_night
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Boxer meets Blogger. It's hilarious, ludicrous, entertaining and amusing. I mean, how much more can I say. He's the boy your parents tell you to watch out for and avoid. He's good-looking, has that I-don't-give-a-shit-about-what-you-think- attitude and is surprisingly smart. Not that anyone really cares how smart he is, especially when you have lickable abs. I mean come on! Loner in the day, boxer by night. She's the girl that's content anywhere, as long as they have a working wifi and coffee. She's quirky, different and likes to travel alone. She's basically a one women show, and that's how it's always been. Blogger in the day...and well...blogger by night. So yeah, her life consist of blogging...so what? So will someone please tell me why and how the hell they even crossed paths. Fate has a funny way of working sometimes. But maybe all along the pairing should of been a boxer and a blogger. Not a nerd and a jock or a nerd and a player. If they work out, I'll give fate the credit. That is ONLY if they work out, which they might not.
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Killer by scenequeeen_
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**dont ask me to translate i don't let people translate anything I looked at the beautiful girl in my bloodstained arms, who was staring at me with wide eyes. They screamed fear and were begging me to end it quickly. But the thing is, I didn't want to kill her. I stroked her hair with my claws and sent her a ghastly smile. I don't know why but I wanted to just hold her more and be with her. I don't understand. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I'm not a nice person. I'm a killer. "Killer" is under full copyright and copying or posting on other profiles of websites will not be permitted. Please do not steal my story idea or story itself. Unless I say you can, don't post this somewhere else. All rights reserved to me, Kris. "Killer" 2013 ©