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Trump Temptations: The Billionaire & The Bellboy by elijahdanielistrash
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He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.
My Recovery Method. by cornflakeking03
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My name is Maxwell Nathan Krieger. Here I, and my family, biological and not, write our story and what we have been through. Our history is Sacred and we want it to be our legacy. The Mythical world is arising. It is time that our legacies are recognized. *this story is co-written by @TheBunnyRegimeQueen
Jonah Clarke Is Not Gay by greenypots
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WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay
La Scrittrice Fantasma by firefist23
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Tutti, almeno una volta nella vita, ci siamo ritrovati di fronte a questo quesito: cosa c'è dopo la morte? Il nulla assoluto? Il paradiso, l'inferno? Un limbo di torture eterne indiscriminate, sia per i buoni che per i cattivi? Nessuno può saperlo. Certo, finché respira. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Grid la Os, aspirante scrittrice, ha sempre condotto una vita tranquilla, ma un'adolescenza accanto al padre costantemente turbato dalla scomparsa della moglie. Le sue giornate erano monotone, tra scuola, amici e il dolore per la perdita della madre. La sua unica via di fuga erano i libri, nei quali si rifugiava per scappare dal mondo, per nascondersi da tutti, per sentirsi al sicuro. Poi un giorno morì, e scoprì che le storie di cui viveva non erano l'unica avventura che l'avrebbe travolta.