slow dancing in a burning room
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The King Effect by calligraphics
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At the Nouveau Academy of the Arts and Sciences, all students are required to take either a music or art class before graduating. When Kennedy Marx is denied of her request to switch out of Music Theory, vivid details from her past as a piano prodigy come back to haunt her. At the same time, Griffin King moves into town as his father prepares for a reelection campaign as the current governor. Griffin's schedule is compiled of the remaining courses in Nouveau's rigorous academic program, and by a stroke of luck, Griffin ends up in Music Theory. From the very beginning, Griffin and Kennedy clash for known reasons -- Kennedy has no intentions on rehashing history, but Griffin is hellbent on trying to figure out her mysterious personality. When they both flunk Music Theory, somewhat purposefully, the two are thrown together in a project where they discover that history always finds the most peculiar ways to make a reappearance. When Griffin's family is put under the spotlight after his mother's mysterious disappearance and later discovered murder, Kennedy and Griffin learn that there's a very thin line between hate and lust to lust and love as they work together to piece together a broken society.
No Nicer Witch Than You by inevera13
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A black cat with brown eyes has decided to plague Phil, a witch living peacefully in the middle of the forest. Phil decidedly hates the cat! ...until it goes missing.
Yesterday I Was A Star ✓ by supernovass
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Cole Colloway is the notorious bad boy with good looks and wicked charm - but he's drowning. Nova is the one who saves him. A short story | Completed [ mental health awareness ] [ cover by fartette ]
See You in San Francisco by violadavis
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After her best friend is found dead in a motel room with no clear answers, Sofia Wineheart is determined to uncover the truth--even if it shatters everything she thought she knew. ***** It's a quiet October morning in Palo Alto, California, when the news break out--June Beaumont was found dead in a motel room, and no one knows what happened, not even her family. Sofia Wineheart, confused and devastated, takes it upon herself to pick up everyone's pieces--her friends', June's brother Meridian, but not hers--and figure out exactly what happened that night for the sake of closure. The little leads she finds all connect to one place: San Francisco. There's no telling what it will bring, or if it will bring up any answers, let alone those she's hoping she'll get. [wattpad editor's choice] © 2019 caterina george // all rights reserved
The Girl Who Saw Through Jem by dariamorgondoffer
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❝she was the girl, who bit the horizon, who peeled the stars from the sky and put them on her tongue, the girl who was hungry for the universe, who craved magic and saw the broken boy for who he truly was- a broken boy.❞ Because he was her sweetest downfall. [PREVIOUSLY LOSING ELLIS] Goal: 500 k views. it'd be cool if you press that read button. :)
Nora Gives Up The Galaxy by floatingworld
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Nora Blake repels ordinary. Adam Clarke is constructed entirely of ordinary. ● ● ● "I don't want to share you with the galaxy, Nora Blake," he says quietly, and all at once, all the stars inside my chest are being flung across the universe at full speed and for that particular moment, I am untethered. Unrooted. Flowing. Floating. Something. He doesn't have to, I think, instantly. I am vaguely aware of the fact that I am a kind of traitor: but there is no heavy stone of betrayal in my chest. The galaxy will wait. It will wait until this beautiful boy flings my fragile heart across the universe at full-speed, but right now, I'm so full of it that I don't even care. Look at that. Nora Blake gives up the galaxy. I look at him, then, and there's so much color oozing out of his perfect, jagged cracks that I feel like I'm in one of Nadia's Leonid Afremov paintings and there's a supernova in my chest. "You don't have to," I tell him, so quietly that I don't think he hears. His delicate rose-pink mouth is curved into a kind of frown and his baby-blue gray-flecked gaze is lost somewhere far, far away from the devoid town of Enfield. I recognize that much, and I wonder momentarily if he has his own galaxy somewhere. I don't want to share him either, I think.