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Tame (Sample) by EmilyTheReader
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Farrah Chambers: She's the good girl, a bit embarrassing, friendly, an animal lover, and clumsy. She's a bit sarcastic when she needs to be, but no one really bothers her. Her life, is good. Cameron Carter: He's the bad boy. He's wild, popular, good-looking, great with girls, and he's a total untamed bad-ass. He's the school's 'popular boy' and loves to embarrass people. No one dares bother him though- his life is good too. Farrah Chambers and Cameron Carter. These two have had run-ins and bump-into's every since they met. Life for them both suddenly gets a bit more embarrassing, a lot more crazy and shakes itself into confusion and questions. But there's one big question- can Farrah tame this bad boy? Will she even get the chance? © Copyright 2012 All rights reserved
Carry Me Home. (A Janoskian Fanfiction) by DreamsofEuphoria
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While Violet & Amy are forced to spend their summer break in Australia, they bump into five boys that change their lives. With family problems, trust issues, insecurities, and obstacle over obstacle, will they have any time left for love? Read and find out in Carry Me Home- a Janoskian Fanfiction.
Just Another Bad Boy by louis_biceps
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{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.