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  • All About EXO by Marcelin_123
    Marcelin_123
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      Parts 4
    Just read it.
  • Savior (AoT Bertholdt FanFic) by animegeeknerd
    animegeeknerd
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      Reads 582
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      Parts 3
    What happens when you crush who is also one of your best friends dies. What happens when you find out two peoples biggest secret. Read to find out.
  • loser by ryliegh_panda
    ryliegh_panda
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      Reads 7
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      Parts 1
    please vote and comment thanks
  • Mirrored by AashnaSingh_2006
    AashnaSingh_2006
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      Reads 87
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      Parts 5
    Stay tuned for the further parts releasing next week..!
  • Love I Lost by nana_cabrera5702
    nana_cabrera5702
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      Reads 100
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      Parts 7
    By: Jenny
  • THE SADDEST by yayaikramm
    yayaikramm
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      Reads 155
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      Parts 58
    Remember, it will get better! Everyone goes through difficult times, but obviously some days are a lot tougher than others. Whether you're dealing with the loss of a loved one or just having a bad month, these quotes just get it.
  • The Weight Of a Crown by justlikethatyougotme
    justlikethatyougotme
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    Madhuri, a child of the village yet belonging to the wild, speaks to the trees, the rivers, and to anyone who will listen-yet fate brings her to a man who will not speak at all. He calls himself Raghav, though his name was once spoken with reverence in the halls of a kingdom now stolen from him. A prince betrayed, left for dead, and burning with the weight of vengeance. Silence is his armor, and solitude his refuge-until he collapses, wounded and fevered, at the edge of her world. Madhuri finds him in the forest, broken and half-conscious, his past hidden behind layers of blood and grime. She should leave him there, let the jungle swallow him whole. But something in his silence calls to her, something restless, something angry, something unbearably alone. And so, she does what she always does-she speaks. She scolds and soothes, fills the quiet with stories and questions he refuses to answer. He is an enigma, a storm held in check, but as she tends to him, she begins to wonder: has she rescued a lost man, or invited danger into her home?