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I'm a Magical Girl?! Nano 2014

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Sam's father is a Naval officer currently stationed aboard a ship in Yokosuka Japan.  His son Samuel is attending an international high school and living in the dorm.  One day while in the Honch looking for snacks he trips over a crowbar.  When he picks it up a surge of magic goes through him.  What will this mean for the teen?

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The Contract by MyWeekendIs_Booked

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

Hot As The Alaskan Summer - Werewolf Soulmate COMPLETED by MiaMichelleDane

Sya Lovelle it at the bottom of the Gallo Pack in England, being used by her Alpha for his own means and is shot down at every turn because of what she is. She is a phenomenon. She is half Werewolf, half Sorcerer in a world where the two would rather destroy one another than have a tea party. Not good. Dante King is the Alpha of the King Pack in Alaska. They say that he is as cold as the Alaskan Winter but as hot as the Alaskan Summer. At the Werewolf Gala, Sya glimpses the Alaskan Alpha and is immediately taken. What happens next shocks them both. Sya doesn't want to be dominated. Dante just wants his mate. Neither can truly have what they want. PS: Sya is Sigh-a *Extract* A breeze came through the doors behind me and filtered through my long, curly red hair. Dante suddenly stopped speaking. I jerked upwards and looked at him. He eyes were frantically scanning the crowd. He looked like a man looking for his Mate! Wait. Mate. Mate's identify each other from scent. He stopped just as the breeze would have carried my scent to him. Oh hell no. *THIS IS A COMPLETE SHORT STORY*

The Monster In My Room ~ Void Stiles by hotchocolatewhore

I just moved to Beacon Hills, with my friend Nyla, in search of my coven. What will happen when I wake up in the middle of the night to see a boy sitting at my desk, with dark shadows under his eyes and a dangerous aura around him? (basically smut with a plot) 10067 words (will edit small grammar things often, but the story itself will not change) (not sure if I'm making this a longer story yet) TW: language, smut, bdsm, nsfw, mentions of dead family members, possession, dark humor, cutting (kinky, not depressing) Takes place during s3b of teen wolf, void can temporarily possess stiles for the time being, since the electrocution incident that gave void enough power to fully possess stiles hasn't happened yet, and he can already control his own Oni I do not own any teen wolf characters or teen wolf plot lines Any other characters and plot lines are completely my own

I Confessed to the crosssdresser by CaramelCarmella

I was reincarnated in a Rated-19 horror novel. As the roommate who was horribly mu*dered by the crossdresser who commits a massacre from blackening due to his terrible childhood. Wouldn't the massacre be prevented if the man's lack of affection was resolved?! So I confessed to him. "I-I like you!" "....I'm a girl." Huh? Oh, oops! But, I still like you! The milk has already been spilt. I worked hard to prevent the massacre in the original novel by sticking close to the crossdressing protagonist. Now, all I have to do is reveal that this person was a man....Won't he ever get caught dressing up as a woman?! "Hey, you're a man!" "....N-no. Don't abandon me, Bree." He even burst into tears. Why are you crying!? (Modified 1v1 story) I decided to focus on Leto and Bree instead of the multiple characters.

Silent Heroes: Wildcat by unbrokenworld

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Experiment XX09 by XxDarkxAngelxX

XX09 is the child of experiments X03 and CY05. XX09 is the latest creation and also the best. He has his own soul, personality, and feelings. Unlike experments beore him. Or maybe he can just express himself better? Anther thing. You can't just call XX09 a 'he' you have to take account he was also born a girl. But he's a boy. Confused? Good. The whole point of his existence is to be the 'Perfect human'. He has no true gender, He's got the perfect personality, just between shy and outgoing. He's also got the looks. His delicate features and his smooth skin is just like any girls, yet he retains that manliness to him that let's you know he is a boy to. He loves colors. Though he isn't allowed to be near it. Just about everything he has is white. But he does have a poster of X03, his dead parent and CY05 his only parent now. They seem to be the color besides his blue bedspread. XX09 is permitted to go to school. what kind of adventures will the experiment have? Maybe even a bit love? (*Mpreg, Boyxboy, boyxgirl, Science, fantasy... um is that all the stuff...? o.o)

A Different Virus: Heartfire by CrystalScherer

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.

You Make The Scars Pretty And The Freckles Beautiful [Editing] by Pacific-NW_Artist

[Formerly known as One Simple Question] Basically a rewrite of the first story... with big changes to the storyline. Jace Becker is a junior in highschool who is tormented daily by his bullies- Sam in particular- simply for being gay. He appears to be a normal teenager, but he has a dark secret that only one other person in the world knows. Living alone, he turns to his passion for art as a way to let his emotions out, but sometimes that proves to not be enough. Sam Larson is a sixteen-year-old closeted gay guy who, after receiving the news of his mother's death, winds up making Jace's life hell as a way of venting his grief. He lives with his twin brother, who is essentially his polar opposite. Sam secretly hates all of his "friends" except for one. Kizuato Larson is Sam's twin brother. Being kind of a recluse, he's a quiet person who is very distant and removed from his sibling. Ever since the twins' dad left when they were seven, Kizuato has been more reserved and less willing to trust people. He hates people who bully others for things that can't be changed- such as sexual orientation or race- especially after having experienced it himself for being asexual/aromantic. These are all my ocs, and if you even DARE to hate on one of them... I won't tolerate it.

I'm a Magical Boy?! - Magical Girl book 2 by maxd01

Adrian is now a magical boy. He found his magical item which is a broken looking measuring tape. What he didn't know and hadn't been informed was that he is from the dark side, as the Magical Girls call the other world. How will his being from the opposing side going to impact on his relationship with Sam and the others? How did he come to be a MB and did he get it from his father or his mother? Time will tell. Well Sam and Sakura now know about who he is and why he is a boy/magical girl. They have also found out Sakura is a potential wife for him. What do they do now? How is their life going to change? Are they going to remain in the magical world? Are they going back to the real world? Are they still going to be fighting monsters? As I am publishing my stories they will be found at smashwords and my blog is on wordpress: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Maxd01 https://clarkb003.wordpress.com/

I'm bad at writing stories by dillydowner420

This is a story about a fifteen year old boy name Dylan who comes sees a wierd object fall out of the sky. He decides to look for it but what he doesn't know is that this is were his troubles begin..... and this is nothing what's actually like

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The Contract cover

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Experiment XX09 cover

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The Contract

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)