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Aren't I Beautiful? [Jeff The Killer Fanfiction]

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Reads 281
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Parts 4
Time 13m

I'm Tessa, a 17 year old girl, and let me tell you, high school is the worst! My dad abused me and my mom, so we moved. I'm basically a loner, I understand why, I mean I'm ugly, worthless, well, that's what I'm called, but I ignore them and try to think better of myself, I LOVE anime, I also like some rock bands, I even express myself through my clothing, I usually wear skirts and knee high socks with some kind of either anime shirt, tank top, a blouse, or something else like that, I've gone through some tough stuff, like, REALLY though.All Rights Reserved

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My Alpha Mate by N_Multani

I walk over to where he is lying down and close the door with my telekinetic powers, he looked really pale and he looked like he hasn't been fed for months on end. I stroke his cheek like he did when I was upset about something, I move my hand up to his forehead and close my eyes. I imagine the way he always had a gentle smile, the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners whenever he would laugh, the spark in his eyes whenever he saw me, how his skin looked like. "Bambina?" My eyes snap open at the familiar voice, my father gives me a small smile My name is Flame Thunderstorm and my best friend is Nicole. I was supposed to be an Alpha and Nicole a Beta but we were stripped of it, the council stripped me of me title because they thought that I killed my parents. But I know that it wasn't me, the killer became Blood Thunderstorm pack's Alpha. His brother took away Nicole's role so Nicole and I left, we ran away. I swore that I will avenge my mother and fathers death one day.

Finding Me by shanniaMo

My life was not perfect, but as a kid I'd like to think it was great. I know things don't always stay the way they are since tragedy struck and now I have no one. I'm 16 and in the system, people like us don't usually get out we don't usually get looked at twice anymore, but sometimes it just happens. I'm Alexa and I don't think people like me find loving families at this age but I did. I even got a few caring friends.

Bullied by my Love (MB Story) by BeingMyselfBabes

Hi im YN and I am 17 and I Am (Description Of Your Self) And I Live Next Door You My Ex Friend and Formal Bully Chres

From Rejected to Rogue by ElizabethClark9

[Read Disclaimer at the end of the description] Created by ElizabethClark9 PLEASE DON'T COPY! "No, I'm not your mate and I never ever will be I reject a worthless, pathetic, cow like you! Tell nobody about this or i will exile you." With that he walked away. We stand alone now, Just me and Lexi. I don't get involved with other packs I'm a good girl and I leave them alone. They get very annoying after awhile and sometimes I ask myself why I do but then I remember I'm not suicidal. My name Is Jamie Crystal, and I'm a rogue. My mate, who happened to be the Alpha of my former pack rejected me because I wasn't as pretty as all the sluts. Plus, my parents died when I was an infant. My mother died giving birth to me and My father killed himself with a silver knife to the chest out of greef. Seems like a Romeo and Juliet ending huh? Oh! not to mention My big sister hooking up with MY Mate flanting her slutty self all over him, and My brother, The pack's Beta, telling me how worthless I am and of course the physical and mental abuse the WHOLE pack put me through. Yes, life is great.. well.. now it is. ---- Warning: this story was created by myself when I was in middle school, so whatever that means for you, please read with that in mind. Also, don't be rude - it's unbecoming...

$My Second Chance Mate {Editing Slowly} by X_sweetlife_X$

My name is Ella and I'm a Pack Member of the Fire Moon Pack, ever since my mom the Beta's mate left because my dad would beat her when he was drunk then after that I was the one beaten and that would leave scar or bruises which now some are faded or gone because of the healing. After some time I would wear some over size sweaters, sweats, or baggy jeans that would make me look chuncky and because of that my high school bullied or teased me about it there was nothing I could do about it. My brother James was all I had but after a few months my dad convinced him it was my fault mom left and since that day he imediatally hated me and treated me like trash but I used to make up excuses for him since he was all I had left, But since my 17 birthday after I was rejected I stopped and ran away from my pack.

Baby, Don't Cry by hermosaddlovato

I'm Mariana Torres, and I'm 15 years old. Not that it matters anyway. Most people wouldn't even take the time to hear my name, I guess I'm just not important. Well, that's what my mom says anyway. I wouldn't call my life the best. If you count being abused daily at home and at school the best, then maybe it is. I'm always bullied at school, even though I don't physically or mentally hurt anyone, they just love to mess with me. Some kids say I'm better off dead, and sometimes, I believe it. I guess you'll hear more about later, that is if you care enough. I could always use someone to listen, better yet... a friend. *Trigger Warning*

MINE!!! by alishamayamor

"Why the fucking hell can't you just leave me alone? Don't you get it that I don't love you nor I ever will. Get that through that thick brain of yours. I don't do love and even if I ever will, I would never love an ugly piece of trash like you. You are just waste of space. So get the fuck out of my face and don't ever talk to me." I yelled at her. I poured my entire day's anger on her. I looked up to see the hurt expression on her face and guilt pooled inside me instantly. I am Dylan Right aka The Golden Boy of the hell hole named Cross High - High School and this is the journey of my senior year in Cross High!

Undesirable by sincerelyA-C

This book is currently being rewritten- slow updates- September 2023 Have you ever wondered what the life of a teenager who seems like a perfect Christian girl, who has never any wrong in her life? Well you're about to go into a roller coaster ride of my own. My name is Tessa Reynolds and I'm 16 years old. I'm the varsity captain for our volleyball team, straight A- student and a Junior in high school. One grade above the rest of my peers. I spend no extra time with friends, and have declined every single invitation to party I've ever been offered. This is my life in Denver, Colorado. A world full of black and white, never a stripe of color. ___

Her Bad Habits! by Zuluwandiswa

"Nothing ever makes sense." is what i always tell myself. Ahh life sucks but i guess that's what you get for being a teen at this age. Welcome to my life and don't worry about staying, everyone leaves. Take it as a tour in the Museum of The Broken and Damaged.

From innocent, naive little pup to kickass warrior princess {Wattys2016} by ParisLove94

Hey there! I'm Aria Ried I'm 15 years old and this is my story of my so called mate rejecte me. Yes I've been one of the packs Omegas since I lost my mom. Yes I get daily beatings. Yes my mate turns out to be the asshole known as the future Alpha. No I wasn't in love with him before hand ... honestly I hated him. Yes I slept with him at his party ... then the next day he freaking rejected me. My father, older brother, older sister, and twin brother do nothing to help me. My father, and older siblings joined in on the abuse. They believed it was my fault my mother died. The only people that care for me and try to help are my twin brother Akiro and my best friend Charlie, that was born the same day as Akiro and I. The day my mate rejeted me I had had enough. So I ran as far as my four legs could carry me. See in all this other rejection stories you read some talk about having a second mate. Well that's not true. You would have to be like the moon godess if you were to have a second mate. Did I forget to mention anything? Oh yea I almost forgot. After I get rejected and run I find out I'm pregnant. But don't worry. My ex-mate will never see my baby or I again. I don't care if he is my mate or not I hate him and always will. Hmm ... there's something I know you need to know but I can't put my finger on it. Wait a minute! I remeber now! How could I forget. You should know that I'm not your average wof. No I'm not pure white. I'm white with black on the tips of my ears and black spots on my paws but that's not what's important. What is is that I have powers! Powers that only my friend Charlie knows of. Why's that? Well it's because she has powers too!

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My Alpha Mate

I walk over to where he is lying down and close the door with my telekinetic powers, he looked really pale and he looked like he hasn't been fed for months on end. I stroke his cheek like he did when I was upset about something, I move my hand up to his forehead and close my eyes. I imagine the way he always had a gentle smile, the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners whenever he would laugh, the spark in his eyes whenever he saw me, how his skin looked like. "Bambina?" My eyes snap open at the familiar voice, my father gives me a small smile My name is Flame Thunderstorm and my best friend is Nicole. I was supposed to be an Alpha and Nicole a Beta but we were stripped of it, the council stripped me of me title because they thought that I killed my parents. But I know that it wasn't me, the killer became Blood Thunderstorm pack's Alpha. His brother took away Nicole's role so Nicole and I left, we ran away. I swore that I will avenge my mother and fathers death one day.