I was told that I wouldn't do it. I was told that I was a pussy bitch. look at me now fool. I did it. and here is a whole wattpad story on it. read it and weep boys, read it and fuckin weep. - - - Anyways, this is a collection of fanfics/mini stories for The Cantrips, my dnd group I play in. This only started because my dm is scaring me, and if a character doesn't return/dies I write a raunchy fanfic. But because I have no self respect, I decided whats better then to post these monstrosities on wattpad, the biggest monster of them all. I am in no way a skilled writer, but in spite of these hoez, I will be Shakespeare. Edgar Allen Poe. Whatever skilled writer or some shit, I don't know, I'm just a bitch.

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"Come on babe." Evan insists. "Please? For me?" I look around, considering my options. The party has started to die down, and the small lake further into the woods is pretty concealed. "Fine." I sigh, grinning. "Really?" He smirks. "You'll skinny dip with me?" I pause. "Sure." "Great." He says. "I love you Harper." <><><><> Harper is your typical good girl. Shy, quiet, and reserved. So everybody is surprised when she manages to land a guy like Evan. Prom King, quarterback, ladies man. Evan introduces her to a new world, a world of popularity. And Harper tries to be the best girlfriend she can be. But one night, it all falls apart, and Harper is left in a mortifying situation. Naked. Luckily the River boys are around to save the day. After a few pictures of course.

Subject A0, Elizabeth - The Liar Elizabeth has no idea who she is, what she is, and why she suddenly appeared in the Glade in a metal box. With no recollection of her past, she find herself in the middle of forty teenage boys, a shifting Maze and a big mystery to solve. Until that mystery is cracked. Amidst struggling as the only girl in a group of boys, being treated as a biohazard, sorting out her feelings for a certain blonde-haired boy, Elizabeth manages to find out about WICKED's plans, the experiment, and the reason why the Gladers were put there in the first place. WICKED has never seen a test subject do this before, and will do anything to keep the secret from leaking out, lest it ruin the entire experiment. Elizabeth will have to make a choice: to tell the truth or save her friends. And that choice could be the crossroad of life and death. The most important variable. The biggest decision. The fate of the Glade. Nobody likes a liar. SOLDTHEWORLD