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One by one

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LECTURES 52
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Chapitres 5
Durée 23m

betrayal death highschool lgbtq revenge

You know what, it's hard being nice, you'd think that being the villain is harder than the victim but really it's not.

 It's hard smiling and walking away when all you want to do it get a bat and wack someone upside the head, that shit is really hard, it takes real talent, so to all you victims out there, congratulations.

No really!, I mean it, I applaud you because really I'm so fucking done with the pretending shit, it's in human nature to be clinically incane and undoubtedly ruthless, we are animals after all, number one rule of the jungle is kill or be killed.

Now while you process that, I would like to be excused for a moment. I have to go fuck some shit up.Tous Droits Réservés

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Just My Luck (boyxboy), écrit par kodycolors

It was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and knew how to pick a pocket without anyone seeing. Easy right? Now I'm strapped to a chair, blood running down my face and this man just growled at me. His eyes are starting to glow blue too. What did I just get myself into? How did looking into those blue eyes change my whole life? How much worse can my luck possibly get as everything in my life turns upside down faster than I could keep up? ****** NSFW chapters are censored. Get the full uncensored version on my Patreon page! Link in my Linktree in my profile bio! You have been warned about the censoring, any hate speech in comments about it will result in blocking. Warning ⚠️ strong language, violence, graphic torture, nudity, sex between two men, blood, death,

Birthday Or Deathday, écrit par SissyAish

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Thief, écrit par Shifting2wolf

Liar. Murderer. Cutthroat. Thief. Slave. I'm all of these things and yet, none of them at all. Life hasn't been kind to me, teaching me that if I wanted something, I had to crawl, fight and beg for it, just to let it slip out of my grasp. But not anymore... The tables have turned and like a shadow in the night, I'll be sure to pay each and every one of my masters a visit.

Scars, écrit par SarahORawe4

"If I risk it all, could you break my fall? How do I live? How do I breathe? When your not here i'm sufficated. I wanna feel love, run through my blood. Tell me is this where I give it all up? For you, I have to risk it all, Cuz the Writing's on the Walls." This is a story about a boy and a girl. She loves him, and he want's her dead. But he vowed to keep her safe..But how can he keep such a dangerous vow? *EXCERPT FROM BOOK BELOW* "Our story is like the movies. The movies with the happy endings?" I yelled as he got out of the car. "No! Our ending is nothing like those movies Vana. Our story is the both of us risking it all and then ending up right next to Kyle." He said and sighed. And he was right. Our ending is that one fucked up movie that no on wants to go see. "SO YOU AREN'T WILLING TO RISK IT ALL!?! I yelled louder as the rain came pouring down. He turned on his heal and stomped twords me pulling me close to him leaveing no space between us. His lips came crashing down on mine making the butterflies in my stomach errupt with pleaseure. He pulled away and sighed as did I. He grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over the knuckle of my thumb over my tattoo thanks to his stupid game of dare or dare. "Look at the perspective of things Vana. You might see a smily face but I don't. I see a sad face. You don't want my happy ending. Trust me." He said and sighed again. "I love you so much Vana." He said and kissed the top of my head and then walked back over to his house. But he didn't really love me. If he did he would be willing to risk it all just like I am. But I am left just like Kyle had suspected. Alone and heart broken in the rain. Because I was always the one willing to risk it all. For him.

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This is a story from a villains perspective. I'm Kit. Just Kit. My parents were expecting a boy when I was born. I was meant to be the greatest villain of all time. They thought a boy would be better for the job, but they got me. I was raised as they would've raised a son. I trained hard. I never went to school. Until now. I am fifteen years old and my mission is to take the best Hero's son. People don't get what made me this way, ruthless, emotionless, deadly... I am here to tell you why I am the way I am. I am Kit and this is MY SIDE.

The Handsome three ( COMPLETED), écrit par ceblack

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The experiment., écrit par shrosz

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