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Confessions About Colton by colourlessness
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WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]
The Criminal Calls Me Cupcake (Watty Winner 2013) by Dream1234ever
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Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.
Are Slytherins able to love? by lokis_army
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Draco Malfoy love story
rants from a teenage soul by louvhe
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where a teenager rants about things and talks about her stupid life.
three am by chronicsoIitude
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(extremely slow updates) " . . . when the clock strikes at three am, they said don't look in the clock, for the tales of three o'clock may come to life."
Death Is My Frenemy (Book Three) by katrocks247
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Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075
the suicide project by northrenlights
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su·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover by: -polaroids- Other # 23 / Teen Fiction # 107
Monster under the bed by shanae22972
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"Isabella you can't run from me, I will be around every corner hiding, waiting, watching you. Who am I you ask, I am your worst nightmare, I am the monster under the bed."
I'm Not Crazy by IsabellaJimenez7
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Alice is a crazy little girl in a big asylum. Time to escape the consequences of wonderland
Death Is My Soul Mate (Book 5) *ON HOLD* by katrocks247
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Please understand that due to Death Is My BFF getting published, the original series is on hold!