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Expect The Unexpected
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Ongoing, First published Jan 04, 2014
Winter have been treated mediocre all her life. She was victim to those who promised to never abuse her love. She merely had the opportunity to feel wanted and accepted. Thrown away since birth she had to grow up with the humility and scars of being un wanted. Her marred appearance had her called ugly, weak, and good for nothing. But little did they know that she had the power to heal her self. Beneath her wounds was a beauty beyond imaginable. Gradually everything faded. And the unbeliever was soon made to believe.
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The clash of Ms perfect and Mr. lazy genius

51 parts Ongoing

The world expected her to be perfect. She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed. Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own. At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them. She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close. And then there was him. The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead. The boy who hated losing. And so did she. That was the problem. Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned. And she refused to be the one left in ashes.