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Qualcosa Per Cui Lottare | TWD by nadjavillain
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β›” π—¦π—’π—¦π—£π—˜π—¦π—” π—§π—˜π— π—£π—’π—₯π—”π—‘π—˜π—”π— π—˜π—‘π—§π—˜ Prima che il mondo intero iniziasse ad appassire, Trish era solo un'adolescente turbolenta, cresciuta nei bassifondi della stessa cittΓ  dei Dixon, tra piccola criminalitΓ  e svaghi al limite del legale. Nel presente ha perso anche sΓ© stessa. Quando Negan l'ha trovata era ridotta ad uno straccio, sia a livello fisico che mentale. Era convinta che sarebbe riuscita a smettere di soffrire se avesse chiuso le porte alle emozioni. Era convinta che fosse rimasta sola, che tutti coloro che conosceva fossero morti, ma non Γ¨ cosΓ¬... RiuscirΓ  il ritrovo di Daryl ad aiutarla a ritrovare qualcosa per cui lottare? πŸ’€ [Storia presente anche su EFP] Sono presenti scene tratte dalla serie televisiva. Alcuni dettagli, tra cui caratteristiche fisiche secondarie o il piano temporale di scene non di risalto nella trama principale, potrebbero essere stati modificati a scopo narrativo. ⚠️ L'autrice si dissocia dalle ideologie e dal linguaggio violento e discriminatorio utilizzato dai personaggi. πŸ”ž Sono descritte scene di violenza in modo dettagliato e abuso di sostanze. Sono presenti contenuti erotici e tematiche delicate. Copyright Β© 2016 Nadja Villain Ogni tentativo di plagio o copia parziale Γ¨ punibile con la legge.
Unassailable: The professor. by mid-nightcoffee
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This is a StudentxTeacher novel!! UnΒ·asΒ·sailΒ·aΒ·ble Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated. If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be unΒ·asΒ·sailΒ·aΒ·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were something dangerously unmoral, could we be questioned? Yes. Attacked? Of course. Defeated? Hell no. No one could break our magnetism. Our perfectly forbidden dalliance. It was exquisite, if you ask me. But every choice we make has its own repercussions, right? Doctor Vennberg is a thirty-five year old prestigious surgeon, being one of the greatest physicians there is. This year he tried doing something different and put a partial pause to his work at the hospital to teach at Cooley's university-one of the best colleges on science faculty. He's strict, arrogant, incredibly intelligent and annoyingly handsome. Now insert Amalia Knox, a 21 year old adventurous, beautiful and immensely smart first year medicine student. What will happen when they cross paths? There's a million reasons why they shouldn't be together, but what if the desire is stronger? What happens when they find themselves in a one way road, not being able to turn back?
π‚πŽπ•π„π˜ by raven_kade
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❝ 𝐈 π‡πŽππ„ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 π˜πŽπ”π‘ π…π€π•πŽπ‘πˆπ“π„ π‚π‘πˆπŒπ„. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. π‚πŽππ‘π€πƒ πŒπŽππ‘πŽπ„ was 𝘯𝘰𝘡 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. π‚πŽπ•π„π˜ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. π™Žπ™π™š was hard to forget about once you meet her. π™ƒπ™š was as closed off as he was addictive. π™π™π™žπ™¨ was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. π‚πŽπ•π„π˜. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 π‘πŽπŒπ€ππ‚π„. π™Šπ™› π™›π™€π™§π™—π™žπ™™π™™π™šπ™£ π™‘π™€π™«π™š. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Owe You by Merylu83
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Dal testo: Il sangue tinge il pavimento del 221 b di Baker street, al secondo piano. Ha cambiato modo di fare le cose. -allora? Cosa vedi?- Ci penso, la giusta espressione non Γ¨ vedere ma osservare... Cammino di fianco al corpo steso sul pavimento nella speranza di cogliere piΓΉ particolari possibile. L'abito beige chiazzato di sangue Γ¨ strappato in alcuni punti. L'aria comincia a mancarmi, devo uscire da qui. Osservo un ultima volta il corpo disteso ai miei piedi e poi volto lo sguardo alla figura accanto a me che ha giΓ  capito la situazione. -penso sia ora Sherlock- ATTENZIONE:Johnlock(John/Sherlock). ATTENZIONE 2: questa storia Γ¨ stata pubblicata anche su EFP sempre da me.
Up in the Stars by sapphox
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Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.
Class 101❖Jeff Winger by sarcasticwinger
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Ellouise "Lou" Whitley and her friends are about to start their third year at Greendale Community College. They've successfully made it this far with limited interactions with the infamous Greendale Seven: a ragtag group of college students turned into an unlikely bunch of friends. Wherever they go, drama and chaos follow. How did they do this? By taking an oath, originating after an incident in their first year, to avoid interactions with them at all costs. This year is no different. The oath has been taken, an agreement on a class to take together has been reached, and they have their traditional "Night Before" party. They've signed up to take Class 101 together with the intention of blowing it off all semester. Everything was going according to plan. Was, being the keyword. The first day of classes arrive and Lou finds out that Jeff Winger, a disbarred lawyer, and the sarcastic heartthrob of the Greendale Seven, is in not one but two of her classes. What will she do when she finds out he has feelings for her? Will she keep the oath or risk losing her friends? Started: May 14, 2020 Completed: August 8, 2020 70,000-75,000 words
3000 d.C. - la figlia del diavolo. by Aliceneedsdrugs
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La Rivoluzione D'Inverno (2832 - 2913). Nessuno ricorda piΓΉ gli anni passati e, nei libri di storia, tutto comincia da quella data, il 2913. Ora, il terzo millennio Γ¨ arrivato e le persone vivono nella miseria, nell'ignoranza, un ritorno inconsapevole al periodo medievale, durante il quale il potere Γ© detenuto da i servitori di Dio, dalla Chiesa e da un Re, a cui poco importa del destino del suo popolo. Un romanzo distopico in cui parte fondamentale ha anche la magia. ESTRATTO DAL ROMANZO: - Eireen era nata precisamente a mezzanotte del primo giorno del terzo millennio. NΓ© un millesimo di secondo prima, ne uno dopo. Mentre fuori il terrore dilagava, tra quelle quattro mura ognuno festeggiava. La sua nascita fu vista come simbolo di disgrazia, in quell'epoca di mal credenze e malocchi. Per tutti, lei era la figlia del male, partorita per distruggere il mondo, una volta per tutte. Copertina: credits a @Skadegladje.
Pioggia che cade by AugustaTaurinorum
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