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Parts 33
Time 5h 28m

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"No more scratchers." Deacon stated making y/n frown "Hey, 15 stores. I'm out of cash."

"You got to play till you win, right?" Y/n smiled as they walked into the convenience store

"Yeah. Or until you go bankrupt." Deacon said as they looked around 
They walked behind a man who was staring at a hot dog rotator

"Come on, come on, come on. Come on. Damn it."

"Everything all right?" Deacon asked him

"Yeah. Can't get an even pace. Uh, slow on the bottom, fast on the top."

"And that's a problem why?" Y/n asked

"They don't roll even, they don't cook even. It's not calculus." He furrowed his brows "Like you don't take pride in your work? What do you need?"All Rights Reserved

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After Hours (18+ || Office Romance) ✔ by adee-dee

"Here's a paracetamol. And I'll need to check your temperature." I forced the words from my vocal chords and handed him both. Mr. Lawson took the glass of water and drank, still in front of me. Unconsciously, my eyes darted to his Adam's apple, bobbing up and down as he swallowed. A drop of water traveled from his lips down to his chin. As if mesmerized, I followed the wet trail, looking away when it reached past his washboard abs. My mouth going through drought. At this point, I'll catch his fever. I stepped back, feeling hot. "Take a nap first. I'll cook some soup. Your temperature?" I asked. Mr. Lawson glanced at the beeping thermometer, then turned it off, "40°C." "40?!" I asked incredulous. "I'm that hot." He turned his back to me and went to bed, going under his thick duvet of grey and black. *** Managing a family business, floundering in secret debts, and studying for a degree had been the main course of Sinclair's life since that fateful tragedy. Surviving was what she's aimed for ever since. But will she survive the increasingly irresistible pull of her new boss, Mr. Lawson? *** Mature Content. Please do point out errors. It'll make editing much easier. (If I find the will to edit, that is. *wink*) || intense gratitude from this point forward ||

HIS PREPOTENTE AMORE by goldnlme123

'I don't need saving. I am the hero of my own story, and villains beware, because this story ends with me standing.' She said. 'I don't need luck. Luck implies uncertainty. I make my own fate', ONLY motto he lived by. reality that made him this way.... "In this merciless world, I've learned that trust is a luxury I can't afford. Every betrayal carved another scar, turning my heart colder, harder. My past is a shadow that haunts me, a testament to the darkness that forged the man I am today." LETS START JOURNEY BETWEEN 2 PEOPLE WHO ARE FIRE IN THEIR OWN WAY...

That One Barista (K/DA Seraphine x Male Reader) by WoffleStomp

Y/N L/N, from Brighthammer Inc., worked as a salesman, riding the corporate waves of Piltover. Coming from a land where if you weren't wearing a suit, you were a nobody, there was something about this special woman he saw almost every day, just to pick up some coffee before a meeting. Although, him and his co-workers never thought of her as special. It wasn't until he realized that they were both caught in each other's eyes... that... that one barista was something else, but there's one problem... Y/N was a big jerk! Watch him as he pushes outside of the business box, and takes the hand of an aspiring musician, riding with her into her own stardom. Taking place in the modern version of Runeterra, where people drive cars and robes are swapped out for fitted shirts, blasters are swapped out for real firearms, and even fictional technology, becomes conceptual experiments. Let's go on a journey through a fictional version of Wall Street, all the way through the dank, decrepit, mean streets of south Zaun. Our story takes place in modern Piltover, where people become stars and less psychopaths roam the streets. P.S. Mature, yeah, expect some sexual content of some kind, as well as strong language, perhaps even the nasty stuff, like racial remarks or heavy stereotyping, frat-boy type behavior amongst coworkers, HR violations, the works.

The Dick & Don Show: S1 by the-pulls

DISCLAIMER: The following is a fan adaptation of JonJon's AU "The Dres & Don Show". I originally made a story by that same name under the same idea, which is still up, but it has been discontinued and replaced by this. COMPLETION: 2/9 episodes What is the meaning of life? Why were we put on this earth? That's a question every person faces, and one day when we reach the pearly gates and ask this exact question, there's a chance God may answer "hot pockets and ladybugs." We'll never know. Existentialism. That's something Don faces every waking moment of his life, but so much distracts him from this that he doesn't have the time to contemplate object permanence or the point of his own existence. All he can do is sit back while his friends drive the car into a stream and somehow catch the roof on fire as well. With his minimum wage job and absolute skill when it comes to barely scraping by, Don will drag his feet through the dirt behind his friends that forced him to see the world. Will it be worth it in the end? Who knows. After all, all this life could be worth is hot pockets and ladybugs.

The Street Fighter *Original Version* by mackenzienrose

BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.

Scarce Figures by kemkimpton

Sitting in the booth across from Ace seemed strange. I've never been on a motorcycle until I met Ace, I've never gone anywhere after school until today, and I've never been taken out by a so-called "bad boy". "You need to be spontaneous," he says running a hand through his blonde head of hair. His blue eyes glistening while watching me. "Surprised that word is in your vocabulary," I reply making a laugh escape his lips. I smile nervously then look down to hide it. "You need to do something that will spike your energy." Ace states while his eyes scan the whole room. "Like alcohol?" I ask him in confusion about why he used the word "spike" instead of something else. He nods his head then his eyes lock onto a waiter ordering food. A smirk appearing on his lips making me gulp in fear. "Kiss him."

Worth the Risk by KateRavenaw

August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

Davoli Brothers (interracial drama/romance) BOOK 1 by Make_Her_Up

Chapter one: purging early? Krys POV: "Oh my god, but I dont want to!" I winned."I didnt give you that option, so get your narrow ass up and take out the trash!" My momma yelled. "Mama jus chill I said I'll do I-" I was cut off when she appeared at my room doorway and said "how bout I give you a chill ass whooping." I nodded my head no and went down stairs to take out the trash. I had on my victoria secret sweatsuit and threw on some black flip flops and tied the trash bag to take it out. When I threw the trash bag into the garbage I herd a loud thud and a man voice screaming curse words. Im a scardy cat but my curiosity always gets the best of me. I followed the voice and got to an alley way I almost turned the corner when I seen 6 tall guys surrounding a older man on the ground. "I see niggas is startin the purge early." I whisper to myself. "None of you aint fuckin shit, your not ganna get away with this" the man on the floor s

The Wanderers by yerd213

Dad cleared his throat, looked down at his hands, and then to me, "Which means, we're moving," he said. I still don't get it. So I looked to Mom for a clue, but she remained unreadable. Elsa appeared excited by this news. Dad looked to me. "Easton, what do you think about that?" he asked, but I don't want to tell him how confused I am. So instead I ask, "When," thinking whatever it is must be happening soon. "Well, we are planning on renting the house to get a little income for it, so we need to look for renters. Your mother and I already found a new house for us to live in." There it is, the explanation. We're getting a new house, like an upgrade, but why? What's wrong with the house we have now?" I'm putting together the dates and we should be seeing potential renters soon. Uncle Rob's bringing by a For Rent sign tomorrow, so I need you two to clean up your rooms." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Well they want me to start next month, but they are forwarding my pay, so I'll have the money in advance. And here's where the other bit comes in," she told us. For some reason my eyes move from her animated face and I just watch her hands as she explains that with this job means more money, so we will be moving. "Where?" Luke and Damien said in unison. "Well, I've been in contact with this guy, who owns a house that was recently put on the market. He wants to rent it and it's really cheap." "Mom, we need details," Damien exclaimed, getting just as excited as Mom. "Okay, then get in the car and I'll show you our new house!" So we did.

I'm Your Man (Mashle x Fem!Gojo!Reader) by Kealani247

"You're an angel, I'm a dog Or you're a dog and I'm your man You believed me like a God I destroy you like I am" . . . Congratulations, you won the lottery. A lottery to what? You weren't exactly sure what it entails, but this "God" had told you that of the millions of people on earth, YOU, were chosen. You were chosen to go venture into unknown lands, meet new people, and most importantly... ...destroy anomalies. You were granted any power, any ability of your choosing. You just had to do your job. Those were the only conditions. It sounded fairly easy. It IS easy. It was supposed to be easy. So why are there people trying to get in the way of your job's completion? Why did the difficulty of your quest go up? What a pain. . . . "People always gave me love Others were never to blame after all You believed me like a God I betray you like a man" WARNINGS: *Swearing/profanities *yandere themes *gore(?) maybe idk *violence *Mature implications(?) Song: I'm Your Man Artist: Mitski ~Book 1 of "The Paradoxical Deal" series~ Gojo fanart cover credit: Patrika on Alpha Coders

The Good Bad Girl- the Outsiders Dally Winston x Reader by icantbraingood

***Completed: I had written out a wedding scene but didn't feel like finishing it*** You stood with your back against the lamp post, trying not to break down in the middle of the street. Based on how dark it was out, it was probably around three in the morning- nobody would be able to see if you started crying. But it didn't matter to you. Because Greasers don't cry. They're not supposed to- it doesn't meet their personality, their stereotype. "You okay, kid?" You could recognize the voice who asked those three simple, infuriating words. You kept your head down and balled your fists, wishing that he would get the hint that you didn't want to talk. "Go away, Winston." "Come on, kid, I just want to make sure that you're okay." You could feel him place a hand on your shoulder- a gentle touch that gave a sense of genuine care. "Like hell you do," you reply, shrugging your shoulder so that his hand fell away. "None of you dumbass Greasers care about nothing but girls and cars and smoking pot behind the cops' backs. You guys are self-centered, righteous assholes. I can see why the Socs hate you losers so fucking much."

Devil Or Angel? by paperandpen444

"You bitch! Look what you fucking did!" "I did?" I ask. "You were the fuck the blew the red light!" "I didn't blow any fucking lights, bitch whore! You destroyed my fucking Jeep!" "No I didn't! You got a tiny fucking dent and a goddamn scratch? I can't even drive my fucking car!" "So? It's a piece of shit anyways and you shouldn't have blown the fucking light!" "I didn't fucking blow the light, asshole! You did!" "I did not!" he shouts, getting right in my face. "How old are you anyways? Three?" "No! You're acting like a fucking two year old! Just own up to your goddamn mistake!" "I didn't make a mistake, you cunt! You did!" "Fuck you, dick! I didn't do anything!" "How fucking old are you?" he hisses, his lips inches from mine. "I'll be fucking twenty one tomorrow, fucker, how about you, huh? How old are you? Thirty? Forty?" "Twenty fucking two." he hisses. "Now pay up!" he puts his hand out. <><> Alyssa is your regular girl with perfect looks. Luke is your hot bad boy asshole. When you push the two together, two things can happen. One, they can click, or two, they can crash. And it won't be hard to wonder if he's a Devil or an Angel.

Love Misunderstood by SophieLeo03

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

BAUtifully Broken ☑️ by Dragon_T9

"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I say, increasing my speed. A hand grips my arm, the same way my mom did Friday morning, causing me to wince and stop my jogging. Hotchner lets go but stares at me, then my arm, noticing the fingerprints left by my mother. Shouldn't have worn a sports bra. "What happened to your arm?" he asks, pointing to the bruise. I look at it then at him, "I work at a club Agent Hotchner, people aren't very nice when a pretty lady says no," The lie falls out so easily it almost makes me laugh. "Right well, that's another thing I want to talk you about, Maddison Crawford?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a small chuckle, "Took you that long to find out, I mean, my southern accent ain't that good," Hotchner rolls his eyes, waving for me to follow him. "Hotch, I have to get home, I came out for a run, not to talk about my dead brother," He pauses, turning to me, "Tatum, we need to talk, it's serious," I shake my head, "Look Agent Hotchner, I don't care, and that's not just teenage arrogance its facts okay, so your a profiler take a hint, I didn't not open my door because I wasn't able to," #1 FBI

Broken Girls And Broken Boys by amberrosie05

C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

The Game Changer (Blake) 3 ✔️ by DMHosmon21

Book #3 in The Fire series BLAKE RIVERA "You're the leader of a gang." Aiden yells. I look up at him. "You don't think I know that?" I yell back. "I am doing everything I can to protect my people!" "Your people are being murdered. You're in a war you don't even know is happening." "I know what's going on out there. I know what's happening." "Then why aren't you doing anything to stop it?" I slam my hands on the desk and stand up. "I am doing everything I can!" I yell anger laced in my voice as it flowed through my veins. Suddenly the lights went out; a flashing red light comes on as alarms sound. "You need to do more." Aiden says. "Otherwise this. It's never going to stop." "They're attacking." I realize. "They're always attacking. And they're not going to stop until we're dead." "Or surrender." I mumble and Aidens head snaps up to look at me. "You won't. You can't." "No, what I can't do is kill Felix." "The man you loved isn't there anymore. Can't you see that? He's gone. A monster wears his skin. What's it going to take before you realize that?" I shake my head. "Evacuate. Make sure everyone gets out of here. No one dies today." "Well, someone should. And we both know who it needs to be." Aiden says before he leaves the room. I know Aiden is right, but I can't kill Felix, even if he keeps trying to kill me. I shake my head and sit back down. Just because everyone else was leaving didn't mean I had to also. Maybe I can talk some sense into him. I sigh. I've tried to already, but maybe this time it will be different. Maybe I should tell him the truth. Maybe I should tell him Nadia is his daughter. The door to my planning room is thrown open but I stay seated. I look up as men flood into the room, soon followed by Felix. His emotionless eyes find mine and he cocks his gun. "You should have run with the others."

Loving Courtney by te-ef-de

"Courtney?" Courtney looked at the man beside her in the car. "When We arrive at the house, we will eat then go to the courts" "yes Garrett" "we will need to organize clothes for you too. What is your size?" "Size six" "shoes?" "Eight point five" Garrett showed a slight nod. "Do you have any allergies Courtney?" "No Garrett". 'im getting married to a man I don't know?. Typical of my parents. Use me as their slave and hand me over to someone I don't even know. What could be worse than living with them? All I have done is help. Cooking, cleaning, massages, farm work, not speak unless spoken too' spending three hours in the car, Garrett pulled up in front of large modern home. 'i guess this is his home' looking at the house, Courtney knew he had money. "Courtney, do you like the house?" "Yes your home is quite pleasant" "our home Courtney. After this afternoon, we will be married" 'i guessed that but I didn't think he would say it's our home' "let's go inside. I will show you where we will be sleeping" Courtney waited for Garrett to exit the car before she did. "I will collect your suitcase. We do need to get you a lot more newer clothes. Do you like that style?" Courtney was stunned but kept her emotions hidden. "No" "then why did you buy them?" "I did not buy them" Garrett closed the boot then walked towards Courtney. 'does her face expression ever change?' "I will take you shopping but we must eat and I need to show you around" "yes Garrett" 'is this woman like a robot?'

The Boris Kids ✔ by LeiahRoo_Writing

⛔️SUICIDE MENTIONED!!⛔️⛔️⚠️⚠️ 15 year old Courtney Beshara was in school one day when the school got a call that changed her life forever. She has to move in with her parents work partners or she'll go straight to foster care. They have kids. 15 to be exact. 5 girls and 10 boys. This is gonna be a great couple years... Not... They live all the way in California... She lives in the secluded part of Ronco, Alabama All rights reserved Ⓒ Copyright 2022 LeiahRoo/wattpad Ⓒ Courtney's POV. "Court, why are you being stupid." My boyfriend says and wraps his arms around me in the lunch line. I look at him and point to my hair. "Dumb blonde, does that ring a bell to you?" I say and laugh. He laughs too. We get our food and go sit at his table. All his Football and basketball friends were sitting there too. There was two seats left. All of a sudden a girl steals my spot. "Hey, that was my seat." I say. She looks at me and stands up. She looks me up and down. "Brock, why would you date her? She is ugly as hell." She says and I smile and set my tray down. "At least I don't hop from guy to guy and I didn't give the last guy I FUCKED an STD." I say and her face turns red with embarrassment. "At least my brother didn't die in a car crash while coming home from their best friends wedding and you're other brother had to get taken off life support!!" She screams, everyone and I mean EVERYONE looked at me. "Henslowe, stop." Brock says getting up. I push him back down in his seat. I walk up to her. Me being 5'4 and her 4'10 I was way taller then her. "Don't EVER bring my brothers in this mess again.." I say. I back up. "Bitch please. Like you're gonna do anything. Mommy and daddy can't even afford a phone for you're poor ass." She says and laughs and her table does to. "Henslowe!" Brock screams. I look at her and all you see me do is push her to the ground. She gets back up ready to fight and I put my hands up a

The CEO and his intern by MineChan864

Bang!!!! The food spilled over us like fireworks destroying our clothes.... Gulf tried to clean with his handkerchief when it was shoved off...... The sneering man had other plans than make him pay with money...... ~~ Bright was shocked as to who payed for the food.... was it the stalker!! Forgive but never forget.... ------------------------------------x---------------------------------------------------------- Achievements #1 Tharntype #1 Director #1 Winmetawin #1 Gulfkanawut #2 BrightVachirawit #2 Blacklist

Black Combat Boots by hereisAnna

All I wanted to do was get a pair of combat boots. Black ones. I walk into the shoe store then walk to the aisle with combat boots. I've been here so many times to stare at them that I have the aisle memorized. I'm Dylan, Dylan Daniels. My family isn't poor. If you could call it a family. It's Mom and I in a townhouse. It's just my mom is a workaholic and I'm lucky if I see her for a minute. Some eighteen year olds would get high or drunk every night. She's not my mom, she took me in when my parents got in a car accident. She tells me to call her mom. In my case I work at Roquefield Towers as a receptionist from 1:30-5:00. If I ever want to buy anything I have to pay for it. Including food, any food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks. I walk to the Checkout Line, four people in front of me. I wait. When it's my turn, five men/guys in black clothing and black ski-masks walk in with guns aimed all directions.

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"Here's a paracetamol. And I'll need to check your temperature." I forced the words from my vocal chords and handed him both. Mr. Lawson took the glass of water and drank, still in front of me. Unconsciously, my eyes darted to his Adam's apple, bobbing up and down as he swallowed. A drop of water traveled from his lips down to his chin. As if mesmerized, I followed the wet trail, looking away when it reached past his washboard abs. My mouth going through drought. At this point, I'll catch his fever. I stepped back, feeling hot. "Take a nap first. I'll cook some soup. Your temperature?" I asked. Mr. Lawson glanced at the beeping thermometer, then turned it off, "40°C." "40?!" I asked incredulous. "I'm that hot." He turned his back to me and went to bed, going under his thick duvet of grey and black. * Managing a family business, floundering in secret debts, and studying for a degree had been the main course of Sinclair's life since that fateful tragedy. Surviving was what she's aimed for ever since. But will she survive the increasingly irresistible pull of her new boss, Mr. Lawson? * Mature Content. Please do point out errors. It'll make editing much easier. (If I find the will to edit, that is. wink) || intense gratitude from this point forward ||