It Might Be What It Looks Like

It Might Be What It Looks Like

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., juil. 5, 2015
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Romance
I hear a faint click noise and I redirect my eyes to him. He has his hand hovering over top of the door lock with a sheepish grin plastered on his face. At this moment in time I felt extremely apprehensive. Nothing good could come out of me being locked in a car alone with Connor Hansen. "W-What are you doing?" I managed to stutter. For rp, but I mean it's good so read if you want. May contain scenes that some are uncomfortable with, so read at your own risk (: Carry on.. (Ignore the awful cover photo, sorry.)
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Boo, Inc.

Welcome to Boo, Inc....Have you ever created a prosthetic head so convincing that you could chop it off in an Insta Live Stream, gaining a thousand followers overnight and a call to the cops? Have you ever dressed up as monsters to scare the living daylights out of a cheating boyfriend, all for a hundred dollars and a flood of social media hits? Have you ever stabbed someone to death for fun and dumped their body in the LA river? It all started with two kids named Boo. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Boo-Z, short for Boo Alice Zook, but you can call me Boozy. High school in Cali was a wild ride, going from being a hotshot macro-influencer dancing in the streets to living in a wheelchair after a brutal hit and run. But my sexy-psycho-quasi-boyfriend, Boo Alexander, isn't ready to let me leave the industry just yet. Something's not quite right in my head, but Boo always has a solution for me. A caffeine cleanse, a line of coke, shots of apple cider vinegar with herbal tea - anything to keep my mind focused. I've basically hit the Sadomasochistic Jackpot. If I take a spin around the block in my wheelchair and down a six-pack, my passion for killing will reignite. Especially now that we're getting paid for it. Content warning: this story references themes that readers might find triggering, including drug use and sexual assault.

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