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Playing Hero

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Parts 24
Time 2h 39m

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2021 badboy bigheart boy bullying death depressing girl goodgirl happiness humor love perfectlife romance sad schoolshooting shortstory tears teenfiction

"Hey, it's ok...Just put the gun down." I watched with horrified eye's as Julian raised both of his hands in the air slowly taking hesitant steps toward his death. 
"Don't come any closer or I will shoot!"
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The world contains good and bad. You either live your life in the good, or drown yourself in the bad. December never had a interview with death. She never had the color of strawberries on her fingers or the burning ache in her chest because of fear. She never had a day of tears and cries...Not until she met him. Her Hero.All Rights Reserved

2021 badboy bigheart boy bullying death depressing girl goodgirl happiness humor love perfectlife romance sad schoolshooting shortstory tears teenfiction

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WISHBONE: Chords & Collars by Briareil

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Thirty-one days by MelodyScarlet18

"It's beautiful" I sigh. "Yes it is" Blaze whispers next to me. I looked at him and saw he was just staring at me. "Why are you staring?" "Because it's a beautiful view" I lightly hit him and laugh. "I think I'm psychic" he blurts out. "Why?" I laugh at the randomness. "Because I can see you in my future" he laughs with me. "Is this a cheesiness competition?" I raise my eyebrow. "It wouldn't be a competition if I already won" "Cocky much?" "You love me though" "Nah" I laugh. "Let's start!" "Roses are red violets are blue, I can't rhyme but can I date you?" "No, but that was good" I admit and start thinking."Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you everyone else disappears," I grin proudly. "Was your dad king for a day?" he starts. "No, why?" "He must have been to make a princess like you," he winks and I roll my eyes with a smile. I pretended to receive a call and he frowns at me. I put the phone down and pretend look worried. "Who was it?" he asks. "The cops, there was a theft" I say. "What? By who?" he looks really worried that I almost feel guilty. "I told them you stole my heart" I laugh and he just stares at me. "You got me but you know what? I'd never play hide and seek with you because someone like you is impossible to find" he smirks. "Fine, you won" I groan. "Teach me your ways, Sensei" -*- What if you only have 31 days to live? What would you do? Sulk and be contented of the short-lived life? Catherine Walsh is a normal girl with an abnormal situation. She was diagnosed with "Cooley's Anemia" and had her life on a string. She plans her Bucket List. She does it with Blaze Weston. In this adventurous and romantic story, will love conquer all situations? -*- WARNING: This book has a lot of uncensored swearing, read with caution.

Always and Forever by SheIsNotSane

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In the absence of you by heytayoheytayo1313

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The Bad Boy Saved Me by Pentatonix21

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WISHBONE: Chords & Collars

Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻