In which a deranged Jason dean, who craves slushees at random times, has his eyes on bambi, a insomniac and coffe lover. The two always seem to meet at the 711. FINISHED #11 in Jason Dean #14 in Heather's *no pictures and media used in this book is mine *the ideas were original and the decent Jason dean fanfics were lacking so I gave it a go

What if Veronica Sawyer didn't exist? What if another girl was in her place? Elizabeth "Effy" Morgenstern was part of the popular crowd until a misfit boy, Jason "JD" Dean came into her life and turned her world upside down.

{Suicidal & Sexual situations. Mature content} (Slow updates) You never were miss popular. everyone had always found something to tease you about. and nothing much changed when you moved to Westernburg High but by now their words bounced off you so easily. and you built your walls up so high no one would even dare to climb... until Jason Dean anyway. your fellow new kid. he was hot. mysterious. but more importantly. he listened to you... and not long after his arrival you find yourself be pulled into the popular group "The Heather's" what do you do when you realize the things you wanted most, could cost you your life...

You are Veronica's younger sister. You're only a year younger than her and you were pushed into the group. You don't really enjoy being with The Heather's or your sister... Not anymore anyways. Thats when you meet a kid named Jason. Things start to change and your true feelings are brought out. WARNING: this x reader will follow the movie/musical at the beginning but I promise it won't just be exactly the same.

Rookie police officer Jason Williams and his RK900 Android partner Connor seek out the trail of a notoriously untraceable man known as the 'CyberJacker' who has been illegally modifying deviant androids and setting them free into the ocean of humanity. They track evidence to a seemingly abandoned house, only to find it's not so abandoned as they had anticipated......

Three friends travel to a temple to ask Buddha for more wealth, love and good fortune. Featured humor story, and 2016 winner of a Watty.

❝ i can't help but love you, even thought i try not to. ❞ [connor x oc] copyright © @astromedas

All I can hear is the loud ring of silence. It's broken only once a day, when a small portion meal comes through a slot that is immediately sealed after. It's dark. Nothing but black. I lost count of the days at 127. I don't know where I am, I've only heard one thing. I overheard them say, "The North field was over ran, it's complete chaos over there. These will take an extensive amount of time to get to." I can only assume she meant me when she said "These." ----- I was fourteen. I hadn't even shifted into my Wolf yet. Our Pack house was invaded by... them. I don't know who they are, I don't know what they want. All I can conclude is that, I guess, we're being used for something. Although I hate the silence, I dread the day that that large silver chamber door will open. Cover art by: ThatBookCoverCreator Warning: Contains graphic content such as blood, gore, violence, and language. Please take notice of the horror tag. Some content may not be suitable for all readers. Thank you.

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//Reader is Gender Neutral// (Y/N) has a long and dark history, and Ralph has one full of pain and sadness. Both are flawed, but repair is only temporary. // I don't own DBH or Ralph, you own yourself, and the story is straight out of my imagination. //