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Mr.Gangster meets Ms.Sungit 1 by MacoDaniel27
MacoDaniel27
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Isang gang lead ang nameet ang isang babaeng masungit..... Lagi nalang bang bangyan ang mangyayare o merong isa na titiklop??? 1st story kaya pagpasensyahan na po.
Stupidly Inlove With A Cheater by _BlackEmpress_
_BlackEmpress_
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Stupidly Inlove With A Cheater................................................ Posible nga bang may mabuong pagmamahalan at pagkakaibigan sa pagitan ng TATLONG BAD BOYS na super duper sikat at ISANG GOOD GIRL na nobody? The story awaits for you. -------------------------------------------- Inspired by TFBBAM/BOYS OVER FLOWERS...................
Mr.Famous Meets Ms.Nerdy by hanny_xxx
hanny_xxx
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Diba may kasabihan ang iba na 'The more you Hate The more you Love ' May mabubuo kayang pag iibigan sila kung hate nung isa siya .. -Gets nyo? Kung gusto nyong malaman kung anong kwento nila malalaman nyo din kapag binasa nyo tong story na ito.... READ!!!!!!! MR.FAMOUS MEET MS.NERDY
The Haunting by KailaDanielle_
KailaDanielle_
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Strange things have been occuring in the Miller house lately. Writing on walls, children's laughter and footsteps throughout the house, doors opening and slamming shut by themselves and even the record player which hasn't worked in years found itself playing strange music. Who or what is haunting the Miller's house? Are they safe? Why is their house the one being haunted? Can they get the spirits out of their house before someone gets hurt?
The Hallway by storiesbykaelyn
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My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.