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'this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready' ABOUT THE AWFUL ---------- I was bored on the 9th of octover 1940 when, I believe, the nasties were still booming us led by Madalf Heatlump (who only had one). Anyway they didn't get me. I attended to varicous schools in Liddypol. And still didn't pass-much to my aunties supplies. As a member of the most publified Beatles my and (P, G and R's) records might seem funnier to some of you than this book, but as far as I've conceived this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready. God help and breed you all.

Mirage X Octane (Yes I am very much aware Mirage is very much straight, But has that stopped anyone from turing someone gay in a fanfiction? Maybe but not this guy!) Anyways Please enjoy.

Jade had a rough life, and she wouldn't deny it. Her parents hated her, people at school bully her, and she barely had friends. All of this combined made her who she was. Quiet. Strong. A will for independence. Magical. Vince had it all. His own kingdom, loyal subjects, and a crown he could wear proudly and with dignity. All of this combined made him who he was. Proud. Uptight. And sometimes a true ass. Together, they were unstoppable. A witch and the king of Hell itself. A strange combination, but a powerful alliance. And that's what made them perfect.

Alexandria's best friend, Kaylee, has been dumped by the douche named Nick. Ever since that day a couple weeks before school Kaylee has been a complete and utter mess. Hating to see her friend so sad Alexandria has taken it upon herself to make Nick regret breaking Kaylee's heart. The last thing Alexandria expects is for Nick to want to get back together with her! Nick wants to get back together with Kaylee so bad that David, Nick's best friend, gets involved. All their lives Alexandria has not been able to stop David from getting what he wants but this time she is determined to keep both of them away from her friend. She's willing to do whatever it takes.

Things I feel or have felt.

"Pancakes are sexier, angel-face." She couldn't believe she had said that; it was one thing to think it but did the first person she said it to have to be a hot stranger? To her surprise and mortification he threw his head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed. She was glad to have cheered him up but her face seemed to be getting redder by the second. She had lost the filter for her mouth as a child, she decided, and it must have been her father's fault. He was the one that had passed on his curse of losing everything. He used to claim that small nymphs were responsible; no one (not even his own child) seemed to believe him, much to his chagrin. "Alright, little one, you win." He forced out between laughs. She pouted in response. " Just order, honey." He held his hands up defensively still fighting his amusement. "Okay, okay, kitten. How about those grits? How mean are they?" She blinked, giving him a dead-panned look. }~+8+~{ Annabelle Baker was just a waitress, in her humble opinion. An incredibly selfless, silly, small waitress according to pretty much everyone else. Jasper and Silas couldn't have been more different than sweet (and adorably feisty), little Ann if they tried. How could a mortal, a human female, manage to bring two of the most powerful men in the world to their knees? Against all odds and every rule in the book (official or unofficial) they had fallen for the same woman. And they weren't sharing. Fallen angel versus demon. And meanwhile, what is going on up top? Is there a hope for restoring faith in humanity?