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Cruel by xtheothermex
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Mystic Falls, 1861 Witches in those times were considered myths, horror stories to make children go to sleep, humans tried to hide the persecutions and the trials they made poor girls make accusing them to be 'witches' 'servants of Satan' 'children of the devil' and so on. What they didnt know was that witches really existed, Eve and Jolie were two of them, but they were nothing like those girls men until the previous century blamed to be 'servants of Satan' or 'children of the devil'. That day they were walking in the woods, they didnt notice they went too far they arrived at the edge of the forest, close to the southern army's encampment. Some soldiers were guarding the border when they heard a noise and one of them saw an human figure, he shot, once, twice, three times The girls didnt notice that they were being seen and certainly didnt see the bullets in Jolie's direction. "JOLIE" ••• Mystic Falls, today Eve and Jolie arrived in Mystic Falls for the second time, it had been almost 200 years since the last time and a lot of things changed since then and a lot. First thing first Eve got back to life thanks to a reseraction spell and then all that new technology was so disturbing. Something was always the same though: The Salvatore's mansion. Eve and Jolie are two sisters of awesome powers, even though no one would believe them, right? Witches, vampires and werewolves are only myths right? You can only find them in fantasy books, right? Well this is what they want you to believe. The two sisters live quitely in Mystic Falls, one day they meet two of the most important and powerful vampires who will change their lives. War will bring problems and the bullet of the enemy will bring Jolie's life to danger but maybe that is exactly the change they needed. @herrina and i are writing this story, she is writing the italian version, enjoy!
The Originals|| One Shots by xtheothermex
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What if Klaus had another daughter he didnt know about? What if she had a witch as a best friend? what if they helped Klaus get New Orleans back? This is a collection of one shots @herrina and I wrote. They are based on the first and second season of The Originals. Enjoy! cover credit @daydreamwithcalum
Young Hearts. | zjm  by intothinair
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🏅12° #onedirection ~ 11/06/19 "Le relazioni sono come la droga: o vi uccidono o vi danno la migliore sensazione della vostra vita." Perché l'amore può portare alla pazzia, all'irrazionalità nella sua forma più razionale. Ci sono ragioni del cuore che nemmeno la ragione conosce. "Uno fuma, un altro beve, uno si droga e l'altro si innamora. Ognuno si uccide alla sua maniera." Amanda e Zayn si uccidevano, si uccidevano mandando avanti la loro relazione e il loro amore malato. Ma poi, qual è il modo giusto d'amare? Per l'amore esiste un stereotipo?
Awake. by blackmars
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Vickie è un adolescente inquieta, uscita da poco da giri pericolosi e dal mondo della droga. Sembra aver finalmente trovato un fragile equilibrio, quando arriva Slade, che fa crollare tutti i suoi sforzi. Slade, uno dei più pericolosi spacciatori di Londra, sempre nei casini, che porta con sè tutto quel mondo da cui Vickie ha cercato di fuggire. L'attrazione violenta che li lega si mescola all'odio, all'amore a alla paura. Vickie si lascerà fare a pezzi da Slade o lo lascerà andare per salvare sè stessa? Contenuti espliciti.
Marcel by _smilelikeniall
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My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.