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The Misadventures As House Mates [boyxboy] by Dreamwolf
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ON HOLD, TOO MUCH SCHOOL WORK TO COMPLETE THIS AT THIS TIME.......Ryan and Sagan are finally free of the cargo container... And all hell breaks loose. Sagan finds out he is moving in with his mother's boyfriend and his son. Sagan finds out that Ryan is a part of a Fight Club consisting of five other guys. Will Sagan be able to handle his own against them? And after a while life returns to normal, or as normal as they can be until both Ryan and Sagan begin to notice some strange things that don't include the pranks of their friends. Will it finally lead them to find out who kept them in the cargo container?
Hate My Mate{Watty Awards 2012} by Missliteraura
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"Whatever you're doing, you gotta have fun. If you're not having fun, you're doing it a whole hell of a lot wrong, my motto on life." I smiled, feeling giddy. The two looked at me and thought of how good friends we could be. The Alpha, the Beta and the Omega, it sounds nice. "Tamya you are-" Ryder began but suddenly someone crashed through the door, not only throwing it off its hinges but splitting it in half. "Where the hell is she?" Eric looked like one of those cartoon characters with steam shooting out of his ears. He took a look around, obviously searching for something, someone. He look mental, even more mental me, if that's even possible. Finally his eyes landed on something and he looked more grounded and I finally realized what he was looking for. "Tamya." He managed to growl out looking straight at me. He stomp over and stood there looking down at me. He looked like he was about to sprout fur and go all wolf on my butt. "Hi?" I asked and he looked a little calmer at that. "Where were you?" He snarled looking angry so I did what any self-respecting and rational person would do. l went all ninja on his ass and knocked him to the ground, "Obviously I was here since that was where you found me. Duh." "What is wrong with you? We're mates, you were supposed to fall head over heels with me, not try to beat me up and start a rival pack." He growled in frustration only succeeding in making me burst out into a fit of giggles. He glared making me laugh harder than before. Messing with this kid is amusing. "Love is living up to another person's expectations of what they feel you should be. Does that sound like me?" I asked. "Not at all." I heard the three boys chorused. I knew I was special, they all know who's the boss. Moi.
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SHE MADE ME PLAY (Book 2) (Book 1 is EDITED By: me_the_writer) by SleeplessInChicago
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This is book 2........ of MEN OF SPORTS SERIES Sergio and Rose have their work cut out for them... Will he tame her???
Mad Love by Ohainurse
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For years, Maddy Strother and Jamie Thompson have had some sort of twisted relationship, first as teenage sweethearts, now as corporate coworkers. Now if they could just decide if they love or hate each other, work would be so much easier.
Please Don't Go by PurplePenguin121
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Cover art by: Fallzswimmer. Abigail Hamilton is your average family girl. That was until her sister Janella went off to college. During move in day, Janella sends Abbey to go get her a drink. Little does she know, she's helping Abbey meet the guy of her dreams, Abbey doesn't know this though. Because Lester, the only guy she's ever loved acts like a complete idiot before she ever sees him again. Then, when Abbey gets home from school one day, her parents ship her off to live with Janella, at college, for a week. Abbey hates the idea, but soon learns that her parents have the sense to know what's really good for a person.