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π†πžπ­πšπ°πšπ² |πŸπŸ–+ by bazookah
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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐑𝐒𝐜𝐑 𝐬𝐑𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐀𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚π₯ 𝐰𝐒𝐭𝐑 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐒π₯, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 π›πž 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐒𝐦𝐬𝐞π₯𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘡𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷π˜ͺ𝘀π˜ͺ𝘰𝘢𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - πƒπšπ«π€ 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - π„π§πžπ¦π’πžπ¬ 𝐭𝐨 π₯𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - π…π¨π«π›π’πππžπ§. - π‘πžπ―πžπ§π πž.
5 Ways to Ruin Casey Brandt by writingbyjillian
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[ongoing] what if the boy who ruined your life comes crashing back into it? ✰ ✰ ✰ Briar Elliot's worst fear just came true. Casey Brandt is to blame.
β€’ Absolute β€’  by Yours_Truly__
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*Spinoff series off of Incubus!* * * * * * A mysterious boy. Rachel has to adapt to the new secret visitor that only she knows the truth about. A boy and a girl. An unconscious, forbidden love. * * * * * My breath caught in my throat as I looked down at the boy huddled in the corner of the shed, his luminous and electric eyes slowly closing. He didn't know I stood there, open mouthed and witless, watching him. But there I was. And if on that day my mother hadn't asked me to double check the doors on the shed so raccoons wouldn't poop in it again, I would have never discovered him. He would have just disappeared like a ghost. I knew what he was. And he wasn't human even though he looked it. He was far from being a human. * * * * *