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π”π§ππžπ«πœπ¨π―πžπ« π“π’πžπ¬ | 𝟐 . | 𝐒𝐗𝐒 by niy1nkz
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Stud X Stud Intentions πŸ’‹ . A slow burn romance between two masc teenage girls who falls for each other unexpectedly while hiding their growing feelings from their current partners . MUST READ . COMPLETED .
π“π‘πž π’π­π«πšπ§π πž π’π‘πšππ¨π° 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 | πŸ“ . | 𝐒𝐗𝐒 by niy1nkz
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Stud X Stud πŸ’‹ . Every night , a shadow stands in the corner of Mir's room . It never moves . Never speaks . Just watches . Shadow very dark to be seen fully in a figure form . She tells herself it's nothing , her mind playing tricks when the lights go out . But the presence never leaves . The air grows heavy . No matter how many times she rearranges her room , the shadow always returns . Until one night ... It steps forward . What Mir sees isn't a monster , but a beautiful intersex masculine woman , too real to be just a dream , too impossible to be alive . Bound to the room and stuck between different worlds , the ghost has been watching over her for reasons even she doesn't understand . MUST READ .
π“π‘πž π’π©πšπœπž 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 π’π’π π§πšπ₯𝐬 | πŸ– . | 𝐒𝐗𝐒 . by niy1nkz
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Stud X Stud πŸ’‹ . One lost connection leads to weeks of searching and a second chance they didn't expect . Something that started off as a troll turns into something real . Distance , fame and real life test what they're building , but walking away was never as easy as letting go . This is a book about timing , risk,and choosing each other even when it gets hard . START : ?/?/26 .
𝔾𝔸ℕ𝔾 𝔸𝔽𝕀𝕃𝕀𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔻 by SexiestStoner_1
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"Yo, why the fuck you eyeballin' me like that?" Diamond rolled her neck, fingers twitching near the waistband of her ripped jeans where the grip of her Glock peeked out.