So, I have a conspiracy theory book, which these were originally meant to be a part of, but I realised that there was way too many...

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

This fanfiction is about the ship Prinxiety. That is the ship name of two characters that Thomas Sanders made up. Anxiety obviously represents his fears and anxiety, Prince represents his hopes and dreams. If you don't know who Thomas Sanders is then I suggest you search him up because he is wonderful! One day Prince and Anxiety got into a HUGE argument which led Anxiety to run away into his room inside of Thomas's mind and he hasn't come out since the argument. It kind of made Prince and Thomas worry, Morality and Logic, however, couldn't care less. Prince decided to go check on Anxiety because he felt super guilty. He knocked on Anxiety's door, but Anxiety didn't answer, so Prince just opened it, and what he saw made him feel like a total asshole.

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Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Just Some Things Aphmau Fans Will Get.

The story of Meowliet and her Romeow.