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Written in the Sand: Book 1 of the "Written" duology by Wolfy_317155
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Mazikeen Sage ventured too far into an abandoned house, the hide locker being in one of the rooms up stairs, abandoned and alone. Her "friends" had dared her to go in there to see if it was haunted, alone. That's when she meets her hide, named Spitfire, known for being unpredictable, maternal, chaotic and bold. It chose her under the very unusual circumstances. After transforming for her first time, she finds out there are others like her.
Hamish Duke One Shots {ON HOLD; See description} by Wolfy_317155
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Edit: I am putting this on hold while trying to finish school, finish the second book to Written in the Sand, trying to get motivation to finish my SPN fic, AND while writing more one shots for this book. Hope you all understand!! Me: Alright, gotta finish writing other stories. My Brain: No, Hamish Duke one shots. Me: Why? My Brain: Cause you gotta Hope you all enjoy! I will mark them if they are smut or anything else with tags and shit-
The Book Of Joseph (Far Cry 5) by BryannaGillen
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This is The Book of Joseph. Only a couple thousand were made and given away to those who bought the Mondo edition of Far Cry 5. I thought this would be a much easier way for his word to be spread so everyone can read it. It very much goes in depth into the Seeds background story and helps you understand them better. I do not own this work of fiction. All rights go to Ubisoft. Enjoy.
Daj mi żyć. by Altivia
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Te oczy. Ten wzrok, w których odbija się mój świat. Hej. Popatrz na mnie. No popatrz. Popatrz na mnie. Gdzie błądzisz myślami? Czemu tak błyszczysz? Czy tylko ja widzę twój blask? Chcę cię dosięgnąć, choć jesteś dla mnie nieosiągalny. Kim jesteś? Gdzie twoja maska? Czemu tak lśnisz? Oczy mnie bolą, ale nie przestaję patrzeć. Ciekną mi łzy, choć nie czuję smutku. Chcę cię poznać. Daj mi swój blask.