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The Jack and Damian Show by Paradisochu
Paradisochu
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Beyblade Jack and Damian... It's official they got they're own Show! Well...book. And this mostly like comedy, Jack and Damien are room mates, in an apartment, sometimes do whatever to keep living and pay off they're rent and stuff, but lets just say a lot crazy, and random things happen between them. Damian: No homo right? Jack: All of the homo! And trying to survive each other they actually make a pretty good team. I don't own beyblade just the ideas held in this book. I made the cover though.
Gods of Beyblade by ashiruru
ashiruru
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A story of gods, spirits, and bladers. - [Beyblade Burst fanfiction: Spin Emperors centric; no pairings] Disclaimer: Other than the plot and the few OCs, I do not own anything, including the characters, Beyblade Burst, Beyblades and some of the artworks and fanarts. (Completed | No sequels planned for now | No copying please)
train to tokyo [shui] by saccharinskies
saccharinskies
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i fell in love with the owner of royal purple eyes which glimmered with hope ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I halted at the door. There was only a few people onboard the train, about nine, maximum? Each one was sitting far away from each other, nobody trying to make contact with a fellow passenger. I didn't mind. This whole train ride I planned to read a book in silence. I scanned the passengers. No one too dodgy. Two giggling teenage girls, an old man, two foreigners who were European, a girl with murky green eyes about my age, a business man furiously typing on a laptop, an older teenage girl listening to music, and...Lui Shirasagi. The reason why I halted at the door. But somehow...he looked different. His blue hair still stuck up, but it was moving in soft waves rather than fire patterns. His royal purple hues weren't swirling with hate and resentment, but rather glued to the book he was reading. It took him about five seconds to realize I was standing at the door. His face contracted with shock, but there wasn't any hate in there. Before I could think of somewhere to sit, he beckoned me to sit next to him. This was going to be interesting. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the front cover is not mine