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Lost,broke and stuck with an idiot

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Hey, the connection here kinda sucks and I know I'm suppose to use this scarred connection that I've got now to call for help so I'll make this quick.

Anyways I'm Fliss cooper but before I continue let me ask you guys a question, 

How many of you would like to be stuck on some random abandoned town in  Brazil with a hot millionaire 

Most of us. Probably. Heck even me, if it was not against my will. Unfortunately for me, it was against it. 

So check out my story on how I got lost in Brazil with an idiot with the brain the size of a peanut. But to be honest I have seen pretty large peanuts....

It all started wh___ oh shit I'm brea__ ing__ up__ hel___All Rights Reserved

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Pretty Boy by acerivk

Pretty Boy How could you exactly define yourself as being pretty? Is keeping myself high, be enough? Would the wounds around my body, mark me as to being one? Could drowning myself with alcohol guarantee me into feeling like that? Because if it does, then I guess being wrecked and having an obscure life are things that could be defined as being pretty. But, being pretty comes with a cost, and seeing your friend as to being one is just plainly forbidden. But what if the forbidden nature of it all, could come falling into a mess that's nowhere near as pretty as him. Would it fall into shattered pieces or could it fix what is already broken? And would the love that both of them are willing to give each other be enough to overpower the bigger repercussions that'll probably come out of it? [Smut Included]

Runaway by Sweetslover8

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

Cracking Open by Kay_Mya

"Gabby why didn't you just tell me." He says and I know what he means Looking down at the ground I shook my head and say "I couldn't." I stand up and begin walking over to the big window. "Why Gabby? I'm not the one to judge." He says following me Turning to him I look closely studying him while his vehement stare was also on me. "J I didn't want you to look at me like a charity case. I can handle myself and I did very well for what was handed to me and what I had. Just please don't think of me different and don't look at me different." I say Coming up to me he wraps his arms around me and says "Gabriella I would never, how did this even happen to you?" Once again I stare at the ground "Jase one day, when I'm ready I will tell you." He slowly nods his head and kisses my forehead. As he continues to hold me a tear slips from my eye and I just allow myself to let the pain that was built up inside escape once and for all. Please come check out CRACKING OPEN. - Kay

Magcon Dream by katiebug1610

Hi, my name's Savannah and this is the story is the time my 2 bestfriends and i got invited to magcon. It all started when we posted our last Youtube Video. Somehow, a producer caught onto it and it was very much a long vine. Well it was a Thursday and I was Checking My Email and i have 4 unread messages from the Magcon Producers. I clicked on them and it read " Hello, im Steve. The founder of the magcon boys. I came across your youtube videos and thought they were tremendous. I think they might even be vine material, anyway if you girls could call me ******* and lets make an appointment to talk later at my office Thank You, Steve." I quickly ran downstairs to mention it all to my parents. They Replied " This could be the start of something great for you girls. You Need To tell Holly and Amber." I excitedly got My Car keys and drove first to get Holly then Amber. We all Went back to my house once they were both picked up. We ran up to my room where my mom was putting my laundry.

Mafia/professor Brandon by BlackQueenJJ

This is a new story im making, I came up with this idea since Brandon started putting on fake tattoos. So I'm going to do different pov/stories. First story: Your a female mafia boss so everyone fears and loves you but what will happen if you meet the one and only badass mafia boss/Brandonthelover? Will you fall in love or will you be cold hearted like you've always been? Read to find out what happens. Second story: Your a professor just like your co-worker brandon. You guys don't get alone which is why you guys hate each other. But what happens if you caught feeling for your enemy. Will you confess your feeling or will You continue to hate him? Read to find out if you confessed your feeling or not? ⚠️ WARNING IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DONT READ THIS ITS FOR YOUR OWN SAFTY. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN WARNED.⚠️🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 I hope you guys love these stories cause this is going to take some time. But I love you guys.

Meeting Magcon by Mattchoo_Lee

Hi My name is Samantha I'm 16 and I'm a huge Magcon fan I'm hoping to meet them one day. But my life is pretty fucked up right now. My dad is a drunk and he always hits me and my mom. But my mom is the best.

Maybe Us. (Vance Hopper x FEM! Reader) by heorri

You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

Forever Night Stand by adelwang

My luck with a guy has been sucks for a while. My friend told me that maybe I need to try a new way. I always take everything seriously in relationships. So she suggested that I try a one night stand. Maybe that will break the curse of my love life. So, when the chance comes of course I'm going to try it. But my friend failed to mention: do not have a one night stand with your co-worker who apparently will become your boss for two weeks. Or... do not have a one night stand with someone who can make your heart does a cha-cha dance whenever you see his dimples (this is my weakness) or his cocky smile or his blue eyes... or... um... can I say everything about him? Is it possible? Oh, and top of it, my one night stand trapped (yes trapped) me to come to his family gathering as his girlfriend. Can I handle this hot man? God knows I can't even handle his dimples. First chapter published on August 17th, 2020

The Wish of a Broken Heart by LovelyLotus84

They say, "Be careful what you wish for." They say, "There's truth to every story." They say, "Karma's a B***h." A heart's wish is a powerful thing. But magic doesn't exist. Or so I thought. Now, a troll has found me. ************* Cara I can't... It hurts... Why? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough? What did I do to be betrayed like this? I feel numb except for the gaping hole in my chest. The darkness starts creeping in. I wish... Heavens how I wish... Friday June 13th I don't know when, how, or why I ended up where I am, but here I am. As insane as it sounds, I am no longer on earth. I think. Maybe I'm dead. Or maybe I'm in a coma! One where I can feel a hell of a lot of pain and new scents are being created? Maybe, just maybe, I should have listened to Grandmother's crazy stories of magic in our blood and being careful what we wish for. They don't sound so crazy anymore. All I know is I'm on the ground, can't move, staring up at an impossibly blue sky through broken branches of trees I've never seen before. That's saying a lot. Botany is my favorite hobby. I think I have internal bleeding from falling through the three-story tall trees like a pinball. My only regrets are knowing my Mum will be in a panic, won't quit searching, and my sweet American Pit Bull Terrier, Nimuë, fell through with me. ************* Tavirian Our laws are clear. If we find any creature wounded past the point of healing, we kill them. It's a mercy. We've gotten a reputation for being ruthless and cannibalistic because of it. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps, but not anymore. I'm still a monster. I'm on my ancestral pilgrimage to present the spirits with my potential brides. I'm not thrilled with my options. My mate is out there, but the elders are pushing me to take one of our Tribe. When we come across a nearly dead, tiny human and her creature, I can't kill them. Especially now. I can use the pilgrimage to save them for now, but I'll need help.

TAKEN ✔ by AvaCross122

The huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line in the centre of the room. At the line where girls, some a bit older than me and some way older than me. The youngest one I could pick out was a blonde haired girl around 18, and the eldest in her early 30's. I was kicking against the huge man as much as the chains would let me, but he just dropped me to the ground in the line. I quickly got up, and looked at the occupants in the leather chairs. They were all men in business suites with glasses of beer. "Alright, first one up is this girl," the big man pointed at me, and my stomach twisted with disgust. "£150,000" I heard someone yell. "250,000" Another one said. "£300,000!" "Come on guys, the boss wants more than that!" The big man said with a smile. "I'll give you £600,000," said a cold voice from the back of the room. Everyone looked up in surprise at a man in his mid 20's who walked down the room to me. "3...2...1... sold!" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Completed ✔

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Pretty Boy

Pretty Boy How could you exactly define yourself as being pretty? Is keeping myself high, be enough? Would the wounds around my body, mark me as to being one? Could drowning myself with alcohol guarantee me into feeling like that? Because if it does, then I guess being wrecked and having an obscure life are things that could be defined as being pretty. But, being pretty comes with a cost, and seeing your friend as to being one is just plainly forbidden. But what if the forbidden nature of it all, could come falling into a mess that's nowhere near as pretty as him. Would it fall into shattered pieces or could it fix what is already broken? And would the love that both of them are willing to give each other be enough to overpower the bigger repercussions that'll probably come out of it? [Smut Included]