A divine collection
3 stories
The Hoodie Girl by yuenwrites
yuenwrites
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Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro
Twisted by disguisedspy20
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Edith and Patricia were happy with the way things were.They had everything a kid and teen could ask for- awesome parents,awesome friends and a really awesome life.But one day everything changed.Their parents, who the sisters thought were just ordinary doctors,were more than that.The secret that they learn about their parents is something they would have never imagined.And now with no choice left,they are on the run. What is that they discover?Who is chasing them?And for what? Please dont forget to comment and vote.
Her Fondness for Rains by TheEtheralStar3
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Ever since she was a child she loved the rain. The rain loved her even more. winds would send her a strong smell of welcome and the first drops of rain would knock her door, urging her to come out. Tiny drops of rain loved running down her rose red cheeks. the winds would carry to her the most beautiful of flowers for she was the most beautiful phenomenon they had ever seen in the billion years they blew; she would smile and put in in her hair. the grass didn't mind being stepped on by her for every time she moved her toes would set a soulful symphony below. and for her shoes.... those poor souls/soles tore everytime she danced in the rain. she loved sticking her tongue out to taste the rain,for every time she did it reminded her of home.