Being imperfect is perfectly fine ( Creepypasta fanfiction)
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 23m
Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2016
Mature
lily been scared mentally and physically. After a close call with close call with the notorious Jeff the killer she left with a little insanity and to nasty looking scars that were cut on her checks. Will her doctor gift giver her a reason it finally kill someone and snap? I don't own any of the Creepypasta but my Creppypasta o.c lost teen.

This book will include 

.swearing
. self harm
. gore
. death
. a tiny bit of smut or close 

I think no younger people unless you like this stuff at that age then go head I am not your mom.
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47 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.