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Bad Boy's Game by beautifultragedies
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He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.
Breaking The Bad Boy (Completed) by kaddydee
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Ashley Martin has been through more grief than a person experiences in their entire life and carries baggage that no kid should ever entail. Tyler Miller is the school's scandalous bad boy who acts on impulse, blinded rage and will single-handedly destroy anybody who stands in his way. Then all of a sudden, they're thrown together and despite their destructive past, they're forced to overcome their differences. It's time for Ashley to stop running away from his death glares, blank stares and that spine-chilling scowl that reminds her just how little he cares. Driven by a whirlwind of secrets, a class assignment and midnight walks into the past, things should start working out. But then fate kicks in; hard-hitting and soul-crushing. It's a fight-or-flight situation, a reincarnation of her past, a chance for him to right the wrongs he did by her. A second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for their gun after they missed you the first time round. So here's Tyler's gun. Here's Ashley's heart. And here's to their second chance, however hopeless it may seem.
the nerds aren't real nerds by lee_woods
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"Fuck you I'm trying to sleep" she said "Fuck you too." Was all she heard before her earbuds were pulled from my ears. "What th-" she stoped herself remebering she is at school her eyes looked up to see one of the schools bad boys greg fucking parish God damm she hated him.... (i know I'm bad at descriptions but I hope it got yo interested into it bye). CHECK OUT THE REWRITE!!! ITS BY I_Lived_Bitch Cover by raven_hayes (she takes request) Sequel is out go check it out "Little miss trouble"
Veil of Shadows  by silendusk
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At Saint Jude Academy, the hierarchy is absolute: the elites rule, the outcasts serve, and the "shadows" simply try to survive. Ericka Thompson and her circle are one of those shadows-a clumsy AV club nerd tucked away in the school's dusty corners. But when the sun sets, she and her circle shed their unassuming personas to reign as the Phantom Sovereigns, the undisputed Rank 1 legends of the digital underground. But Ericka's life is a dual-layered lie. In a city governed by the iron-fisted Obsidian Directorate, Ericka is Asset 0-4: a genetically refined weapon who sees the world as a cascading stream of lethal data. Entwined by a weaponized neural resonance with her partner Jayson, she has spent years living as a ghost in the machine. The status quo shatters with the arrival of the Silver Skulls, a ruthless Rank 2 syndicate transferring in as the "Triad of Seven." They aren't here for a diploma-they are the Directorate's cleanup crew, and Ericka and Jayson are prototypes scheduled for deletion. To survive the "Siege of Saint Jude," Ericka must lead a revolution from the library crawlspaces to the gymnasium tactical traps. But in a war where enemies can hack your heartbeat and rewrite your memories, one question remains: When the world is a simulation, is your heart truly your own?