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Why be a hero when you can have cocoa?
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Ongoing, First published Jul 20, 2017
Mature
Mia William HATES her school. It's full of prissy people that hate her and to be honest she could care less. However the one thing she does care about is getting out of her fate. In this world you have the Mains, Sides, and Blanks. Everyone has a role to play. And Mia? Well, lets just say her role is about to change.

Lucas Scott wants to be the first guy to date every girl at Main High in one year. But what if one of the only girls left to date is chubby little spitfire Mia? Will he get her to date him or will he have to finish school without completing his promise?

This is the random story of these two unlucky kids whose lives turn upside down.
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ISHARA: Abused Angel

32 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨