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New Beginning       (sequel to hayes grier saved my life) by mulberry12
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20 year old Ashlynn parks moves from North Carolina to California to pursue her music career. What happens when something bad happens to her? Who will save her You'll have to read and find out
Hayes Grier saved my life (a Hayes Grier fanfic) by mulberry12
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This story is about a girl who thought she wasn't worth anything but all of those thoughts get thrown away when she meets a special someone that makes her happy.
Mr. Blue Eyes (Hayes Grier Fanfic) by MegaHoneybun21
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Lucy moves to Mooresville, NC and meets to cutes boy in the world... Hayes Grier. When he asks her out she is so excited! But when she catches him kissing another girl at a party how will it effect their relationship?
Hidden (A Jc Caylen Love Story) by tbfhkylie
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18 year old Kendall finally comes out of her house and lives her life. But she finds a guy not just any guy, the guy she has been watching videos of for awhile. What happens?
Hello September *LMSG sequel* by O2LMySaviors
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"Why'd you lie?" She whispered, tracing the outline of his face. He stared at his feet and a tiny tear fell from his face. "We'll never be able to be together." His stance was strong, his heart was weak. He gathered his strength and slowly walked onto the plane. Hello November, goodbye September.
Little Miss Skater Girl*O2L Fan-Fic* by O2LMySaviors
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I never thought that I would meet them, much less fall in love with one. I never even stopped to think to myself, that one day, I would be walking the streets and see them. You could call it luck, But I call it fate.