When Justin Bieber sees an oddly-dressed girl, standing behind a waterfall in the woods near his home, he's intrigued. When she comments on the strange machine that he rides, he suspects something isn't right. When she claims to be a servant from 1796, he wonders if she's crazy.

Reposting this story because the previous writer who wrote this > anirusso < Apparently her account has been hacked and some of you really love this story a lot, even me so I went on a hunt and eventually found dirty secret from jbff. Credits to jdbixber for posting it on jbff.

"I was bred to be a killer, to have no emotions; my only loyalty lying with the federal government. I was supposed to be a murdering machine... a monster." an original by stratferd

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Taking place at the Bates Motel, Violet Bates and her family recently buy a motel just on the coast of Oregon. Word gets out around White Pine Bay that the motel is now vacant. Things are going well for the Bates, business and all, but when Violet starts fraternizing with a mysterious man that lurks around the motel, things start to get bizarre.

What would you do, if you moved into your new home and found out you weren't alone?

Its the feeling of being completely, hopelessly, desperately in love with someone, all the while knowing that person isn't approved by others. "I own you sweetheart," he paused, his hazel orbs lustfully turning dark by the second, I felt so nervous and intimidated, he took all the power from me. "Your Mind, your body, you"

Dear Ariana, You have been chosen to join the League. A secret meeting will be held at Stafford Pond, fourth picnic table on the right at 10:00, Wednesday night. Come alone. Make sure nobody follows you, or you won't hear from us again. -J.