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Luck Just Hates Us

TeensforWolfs21

LECTURES 110
Votes 6
Chapitres 3
Durée 16m

LECTURES 110
Votes 6
Chapitres 3
Durée 16m

TeensforWolfs21

It all started that day, the day we lost our father, to me he was my everything. To Elliot, lets just leave that to him, ' that son of a bitch is nothing to me.' Wise words from my brother everybody, but that's when our bad luck started. Every day, it's like luck is planning a plan to try to kill us, or worse, get rid of chocolate, and nobody messes with chocolate! Since the day I got run over, by a dumb ass named Nate, our luck has turned from bad to worse. Taking risk and weird twist and turns, and not just the disturbing ones from when Elliot decided to join me for yoga. I was blind for hours, we need to turn our luck back around. 

How do you say, well, let's just say, Nate and his brother Scott, know a spirit guy that might give us back our freedom. There's only one problem, luck just hates us!Tous Droits Réservés

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Italian Psycho, écrit par 1cat101

Sinner. That's what I was when I married Romeo Valentino Ferro La Montana. Hopeless. That's what I became when he promised me death. Shameful. Sacrificing myself to the enemy. And Addicted. As he slowly seeped into my veins. Have you ever felt threatened that someone was going to strip you of everything you were? Every last shred of faith and goodness? How many of you have felt like this on your wedding day? I was not raised like the rest of my brute mafia brothers. A different life had been in the making for me. Until my family could no longer with stand the ongoing war against the Montanas. The only way to suppress more bloodshed is to make a bond between families. As in marry the Russo's only daughter to the Montana's oldest son. A blood bond. There are expectations out of a marriage to the uprising Don. More like rules. 1. We must produce a son. 2. I had to be a virgin. 3. Cheating and misbehavior has consequences. 4. I would be sworn to omertà. 5. If I were ever to disobey omertà, death was promised. Maybe if Romeo hadn't had such a reputation, or if he weren't so unnecessarily cruel and bitter. Maybe if he were not a merciless murderer, maybe then, I could love him. All parts in Aurora's perspective written by wildflower44441

Life Of Y/n Banner// Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, écrit par Bucky_is_our_king

Si vis pacem, para bellum. //If you want peace, prepare for war// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The daughter of the infamous Bruce Banner most known for his time spent saving the world as the Hulk and for his research in gamma radiation. Y/n Banner has never been a secret to the world but her story keeps being altered. So this is her story through her view. Watch as she makes it through physical and mental hurting with crazed and intensified emotions, loss, and through it all love. You may think you know her story but trust me, you don't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So I started running. You assume most nerds aren't physically fit but this nerd could run for hours on end and never get tired. Sarah called me the young Steve Rogers even though when Steve Rogers was young it was hard enough for him to walk long distances nevermind run. Running has become a common thing with me. Especially at night after my nightmares. The nightmares are roughly the same, the experiment that turned my dad into a big green monster but instead he doesn't survive the blast. What a lot of people don't know is that I was actually in the lab with him. I watched as he tested the machines to make sure there were no accidents or causalities. Everything seemed to be fine, until it wasn't. The machine malfunctioned and the gamma rays went out of control. Not only did my dad get hit but so did I. The effects weren't exactly the same obviously but they did the same job of giving the victims unnatural abilities. On my run I started to think more about the accident as tears streamed down my face and my feet started to feel like they were on fire since my body wanted to just give out and sulk. My mother chose to leave me, my father tried to leave me. What is it about me that repels people? Why doesn't anyone want me? _________________________________________ Started: 7/16/21 Finished: 7/10/22 DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters they belong to Stan Lee🕊️ and Marvel

Love In Boxing Ring, écrit par 1410pooja

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The Kingdom Thief, écrit par chlo_dance

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Addict In Black ✔, écrit par whoscountinganyway

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