{Original One Shot's} ✓ Some Nightmares, Some Real Horror - All Scary. Some Short, Some Long - Yet You Want To Read It Over And Over. Are You Scared Yet? No? You Will Be......

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

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Why would someone so rich, run away from their perfect home? To get away... To get away from all the stupid people and comments they made. She ran away to get away from all that and came here, bumping into me and surprising me. Who is she and why is she so important to me? -Ciel Phantomhive I do not own Black Butler

These are some short and scary stories. I hope you enjoy (:

(some stories are written by me but not all. these stories will keep you up at night)

scary stories these arent mine I got them off the internet enjoy and beware you will have a trouble sleeping ..... cos I did

We dont pass spliffs

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