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Mixup (#wattys2015) by fardowsa_mohamed
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Sixteen year old Paris Jones is arrested for a crime she did not commit. She is now realsed early to stay with a lady who she never met. Who would of thought this lady had seven sons. Paris has to try to live in a house full of egotistical boys. What will Paris do when her past keeps getting in her way? Join Paris on her long journey with the Drakes brothers through the tears and laughter.
Elementals and Alphas by CreativeInsanity
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The Mutts, as we call them, have always had it out for us. Mutts is what we call the werewolves. You see, we boarder their academy, Wolfsbane Academy, and they boarder ours, Pandora Academy. Pandora means all-gifted in Greek. Pandora Academy is one of the few multi-element boarding schools. That's the academy I chose to go to, when you're an elemental you go to a "training" school that you're stuck at for 5 years, enroll when you're 14 and leave when your 19. I got kicked out of the one I had been in for a year, and the one before that... As you can tell I'm just an angel.
Enchantment of the Bow  by TheBeautyintheBeast
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Lyra knew that one day she would be set into an arranged marriage like a chess piece. She had been preparing for it her whole life, and she was almost alright with her fate. But she never thought that her father would choose the man that he did. That decision changed everything. The King of Whales is ruthless, more than twice her age and surrounded by tainted gold and loads of unsavory rumors. There have been many wives of his before Lyra, with no explanations to the untimely deaths of the previous five. With each dead Queen came more money from their kingdoms, straight into the King's portly lap. Disguised as a young man, Lyra runs from her duty as the only Princess of Nordic. She cuts her hair, takes her steed and disappears into the night with her father's men hot on her heels. Enter Kaladin's team. Occupation: Mercenaries. Lyra uses skills taught to her by a close, childhood friend and plays herself into the trust of the dangerous strangers until they accept her, or rather, "Navani", into their group. What will happen to her once they see through her web of lies and tricks? Will Lyra give herself up as Princess when she is reunited with her long-lost friend, or will she carry on as a boy with the mercenaries? Follow Lyra to see what she will do when she comes to realize that things have gotten far too big for her to handle on her own. There are assassin's out for her head, king's thirsting for her blood, and an underground network of people who live for her ruin. But there is also an unlikely Prince to defend her, who has some tricks of his own to rely on. The Princess soon sees that she is not nearly as alone as she may have once thought. What will Lyra do when she comes to terms with her destiny? Will she face it this time with her new friends, or will she chose to run away again? Cover made by @-rebellixus-
I fight to live by Average96Girl
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its not how i wanted to spend my life, fighting beating other people up just to get money, but it is the only way for right now, the only way i know how. i can't even tell lilly about what i do she would get scared, not to mention what i am. im not normal and i dont think she is either but that only leaves one question... who is our father and why are we or well i am like this
Mystical (Mystical #1) (Revising) by ArielleWeekly
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Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.