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Wish Upon A Demon [ON INDEFINITE HOLD] by echoyourname_
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Book 1 in the 'Paraverse' series. "I wish to become beautiful, inside and outside." For eighteen-year-old Faye Martin, becoming beautiful was the only wish she ever had. And surprisingly, one summer night, it comes true. And then along with it, she's granted a lot more than she asked for. Introduced into a new world with creatures she didn't even know existed, Faye now finds herself stuck in between supernatural creatures and on a mission to avoid a very persistent, sarcastic and hot as hell, demon. Because once you wish upon a demon, there's no going back. Or in this case, the demon just sticks onto you until you want to throw yourself off a cliff.
Incognito by xxblagitxx
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in·cog·ni·to ˌinkägˈnētō,inˈkägniˌtō/ 1. (of a person) having one's true identity concealed. "in order to observe you have to be incognito" the story of a girl that falls for a boy hiding his true identity
The Trouble with Kissing Connor by JoWatson_101
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Sadie's secretly in love with her best friend Connor. When the lights go off at a party, she kisses him in the dark. The next day, Connor enlists her help to find his mystery kisser. Sadie is stuck in the middle, will she ever be able to tell him how she feels?
The Bad Boy vs. The Bad Girl by continued
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** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.