The Chosen Three: Year 1
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  • LECTURAS 54
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 2
  • Hora 9m
Continúa, Has publicado jul 02, 2021
Brett Juice, Vladimir Dracula, Harry Potter, all of them are chosen ones but for different reasons.

Brett, for being the future king of the netherworld, he doesn't know that yet.

Vladimir, for being the future king of vampires, he doesn't know that yet.

Harry, for killing He Who Must Not Be Named, he doesn't know that yet.

What happens when the three of them meet? Being the Chosen Ones while still balancing teenage life's.

This should be fun.
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Hell Hall

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High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.