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Elizabeth, or Eliz, Tomlinson just wishes she could sing in public without the chance of being compared to her famous brother, Louis Tomlinson of One Direction. One day that all changes and she gets the chance of a lifetime when she is founded by probably the most unlikely person in the most unlikely location. She has two choices; group or solo. She picks--- you must read to find out. **This story is currently being re-written and I might just make it a nonfanfiction. Leave thoughts below** Lots o love, Sadie

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. Take down a dark guild and done! Why did it have to go so wrong? NALU fanfiction Warning for blood and brutality!! I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL

Lyric Martin has always had it all. A perfect family, friends, and everyone has always loved her. Until one day when she is dared to jump off of a roof of an old abandoned building, into a lake at least forty feet below. Lyric's voice is permanently damaged, and her parents' send her to live with Lyric's Aunt and Uncle, who live two hours away from where she lives. Lyric falls into a deep depression, and will not talk to anyone...Until she meets Jared. A boy who will not give up on her no matter what. Will Lyric fall deeper into a depression? Or will Jared win over her heart, and change the way she sees life?

They said you were a bad apple but I don't believe them. You weren't the villain you thought you were, though you gave yourself so many scars. But though your wrists are slicked with red roads, a hole in your throat, and a broken rope dangling off the tree, I love you and I wish you knew. But it's too late now.

Brecklyn thinks her new life in Virginia is the worst. As she's recovering from cancer, she discovers that she does not have it the worst. Her body might hate her, but at least she doesn't hate her body. A short story version of a potential novel.

"Dreams. They seem so real at the time. But when you wake up, they're gone. Maybe I just haven't woken up to sanity yet." He follows me. Night and day, he watches me. He turns me into his little marionette, controling my every move. But is he even real? Or have I lost the tiny piece of sanity left for me?