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After by imaginator1D
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Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
Frozen in Time (Doctor Who Fan Fiction) by samisnotonfirexx
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What would you do if the things of your childhood nightmares started to hunt you down in your adult life? You'd probably not have the strength to fight them and you'd be taken and killed. But what if you just so happened to be on the same planet as the most brilliant mind in the universe?
A Walking Disaster (Doctor Who FF) by MaryWhovian
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The Doctor meets a girl who lives in America, this girl, her name is Anna and she's in her last year of high school. Only 17 years old and she meets the Doctor, the 10th regeneration. She sees him as a walking disaster and knows she's risking everything of her life just by standing by his side, but yet she just can't walk away from him.
Doctor Who Quotes 2 by JarvisAndTheTardis
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More quotes from Doctor Who (in case the title was unclear). All rights to the BBC.
Save Them, Please? *One Direction Fanfic* by Jakkii
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Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*