Half Blood
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She woke up with no memory of her past. She once love a non-existing parents. She was once kissed by a defunct minor. And she once believed in a world that doesn't even continue to endure. She was forced to believed that her parents have died. That doesn't stop her there. She wants to know what happened, but no one seems to knoe the answer. She worked at Creepers Society. Meet Kate Johnson, nobody knows her age not even herself, sexy, brunette, blue eyes,(wait, that doesn't make any sense does it? She's probably wearing contact lenses, or just maybe hair was dyed), and loving. She was train to kill, to hate, to slaughter, half bloods. And it comes to the point where there was only one. But a lack of knowledge affect her, nobody knows who the last one is. ■■■■■■■■■ Yeah, just read it. hahaha. that's all I can give, I don't want to spoil the whole book ya know. see you. ♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀ <iframe width="500" height="280" src="http://embed.wattpad.com/story/21305496" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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"Lost Friends To Lovers" Dad told me real love happens once and when it does, never hide your feelings. Too bad, he told me late. I held them and lost her. Until I found her again. Blue-eyed, brown hair. That dimple on the right cheek, it hasn't changed much. Well, she hasn't changed much either. I can feel her body exuding the same warmth as the old times, her innocence still shining bright like it used to. This little surprise is racing my heart even when she is far from me...wait? Far? With her eyes busy finding something in her handbag, she is coming toward me. Me. Is my back erecting? What is she doing here? In a school? Is she my son's teacher? I find myself curious now. But then, she takes a seat beside me and smiles at the teacher. I can not help but wonder. Is she a parent too? Short Story

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