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Magical Wives Club

Magical Wives Club

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Paranormal
Supernatural Creatures
Supernatural High School
Angels and Demons
It's hard being a lilum and an archfae's kid. But Imagine thinking you were human and the worst problem was your dad a rich rock star. Who ignored you) Nevermind my dear dad was a Rockstar who, not thinking *had* to fake his death to avoid his parents(?) . I only found out, last year He's STILL ALIVE Demons, Moonfae, and Hollywood. Terrible grandparents. Meanwhile two of the girls you went to high school with want to "get back together. (which probably means fighting bad guys.) Author's Note. [humor with horror elements] based on My time as a d&d player playing Maybe aka Grimey (Mona)based on CallMeKevin's Grimey Pickens very...loosely. Get your fix 💖🍓
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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