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  • Under The  Pink Umbrella  di Distinct-unique_bird
    Distinct-unique_bird
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      LETTURE 143
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      Parti 10
    A 13-year-old girl takes a shortcut through a rain-soaked alley and meets a series of strange, seemingly human figures-some kind, some chilling. None of them are what they seem. As she keeps crossing paths with these figures, she begins to question reality, humanity, and herself. Each mysterious encounter reveals hidden stories, tragedies, or unnatural truths. ©All rights reserved. (First published on Wattpad by Distinct-unique_bird. If you're reading this anywhere else, it was taken without my permission.)
  • But,Why? di WarriorCatsStan
    WarriorCatsStan
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      LETTURE 1
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      Parti 1
    13 year old Ashley Lee has a perfect life,great friends,great parents and great school,until,people start to go missing,the police wants nothing to do with it,unlike Ashley,but while all that happens,she falls in love with her new classmates.
  • The Necklace di Pineapples_Will_Rule
    Pineapples_Will_Rule
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      LETTURE 47
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      Parti 3
    This book is about, well... I'm not exactly sure yet, you'll just have to read it and find out!
  • Figure skating : spiral di gummyadventures123
    gummyadventures123
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      LETTURE 246
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    It's about a teen the age of 13! Who adores figure skating Ps If ur a figure skater u will probably think this is the best thing that's ever happened to u !!!
  • Disturbed (JTK) di IsabelleClaireY
    IsabelleClaireY
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      LETTURE 4,800
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      Parti 27
  • ❤️the horse whisperer❤️ di laurathehorsegirl
    laurathehorsegirl
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      LETTURE 36
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      Parti 1
    The first time I met the horses, they were stood in a field full of dandelions and hazel. I counted 99, all different in there own way, but somehow the same. One stood out, a chestnut gelding, with four white socks, around 13.2. As the sun dipped down bellow the sea, I knew it was time to go home, but the sight of the horses kept me on the spot. I wondered if they where wild or not. No, they couldn't be. There was some with scabs on there backs, and nots in there manes and tails. I wondered if maybe they needed someone to take care of them. And I also wondered if that person could be me.