Game Of Survival (Kellin Quinn Fanfiction)
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  • Reads 952
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 17
  • Time 2h 26m
Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2013
Katarina Thomas has a life full of people calling her weak and sensitive but it’s not her fault that she was born that way. Though, she tries her hardest to be strong and brave, sometimes it just doesn’t work out the way she plans it.
So one night, after a disagreement at one of her many (four) best friend’s sleepover, she decides to head home in the dark but little does she know what’s hiding in an alley for her.

She gets kidnapped, knocked out and brought into a place where everything is a game. Game of survival, game for love, game for food, everything. She can never really trust anyone but on her first day she’s already friends with Niall Horan and a random dude he knows. 

But what happens when she has to do what she can to help Kellin Quinn and herself beat the biggest threat against their survival, the popular girl? Will they be able to work together or fail miserably at their own game?

And worse of all… Will their game of love not be a game at all? What will happen when they are brought back to the normal lives with their memory of each other?
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All is well in Patty's life until her best friend goes missing. No note. No texts, just got up and was gone the next day. People say she ran off with some guy, or was hiding because she was pregnant with notorious bad boy, that Patty never seemed to like, Jasper Mckinley's child. Some say, she's dead. Patty denies all of it. She knew Jasmine like the back of her hand and she was convinced she did not run away or fell in a ditch somewhere. A year has passed. But she never stopped believing her best friend was still alive. So what happens when a stranger suddenly sends her flowers with notes about things only Jasmine and her would know? And she finds herself asking for help from the very guy she suspects? Everything starts to become a game. For every flower delivered to her doorstep, the chances of finding her best friend alive, decreases.