🎢 ❝ on monday , september 14th , the st. cassian chamber choir would board the cyclone rollercoaster at 6:17 pm. no one would expect that same rollercoaster to cause the brutal death of seven children just a few minutes after . . . ⤿ in which seven teens die in a rollercoaster accident and a fortune telling machine makes them compete over who gets to come alive once again ☆ミ

Once a 14 year old girl from New York moves to South Dakota when her parents get a divorce. She is at a new school, new house, new people, and new crush. Will her life just change, or will she, too? Book 1

Oneshots of me and my OCS doing our stuff. Request if you like. Bye

Very appropriate cover, I know. Anyway, what the title says, haha.

Can't find any fan fiction of this anywhere so I said why not? Not gonna be updated yet, I just wanted to make sure to post it so I don't forget

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"Surprised?" "Honestly, yes," she chuckled, a lightness escaping her lips that belied the tension in the air. "I was expecting screams, maybe you throwing something at me, or at least a few playful spanks," she said, her voice dripping with seduction as she bit her lip. "I'm sorry, boss," she whispered, her tone barely above a breath, her eyes filled with a desperate plea for understanding. My gaze, dark and intense, roamed over her, absorbing her vulnerability and the raw need radiating from her. A slow, teasing smile crept onto my lips, amusement flickering in my eyes. A playful spark ignited within her as she ran her fingers lightly across my cheek, her touch tentative and soft, testing the waters of our unspoken connection. "If you want," she said, her voice laced with a teasing edge, "you can punish me, boss. But please," she added, her lips brushing against mine, the action a subtle yet potent invitation, "don't ignore me." With a deft touch, I traced my fingers down her neck and over her shoulders, feeling her shiver with delight at my touch. I could feel her heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered dirty promises and wicked suggestions. She gasped, her breath hot against my neck, as I nipped at her earlobe with my teeth. Her hands came up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she deepened our kiss. Her nails scratch my back. I feel it, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head, I only wanted her to say it out, say you wanted me to fuck you and if she wants me too, I will. "Not even a little." This tantalizing exchange weaves a web of desire and intrigue, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken challenge between us. Dive into this intoxicating tale where vulnerability meets seduction, and the stakes are higher than ever. Where every word is a promise and every glance holds the potential for thrilling consequences.

Come and join us in Valentine's Day Prom! Inspo: @TheFangirl185