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			<title>What's In A Name</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws come to life.</description>
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			<title>Don't Be So Vain</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>The Perfect Boyfriend</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>Mystery Man</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life</description>
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			<title>He's No One In Particular</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>You Are Special</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>No Matter the Pain</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>How It All Began</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>Just A Drawing</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>Just A Drawing</title>
			<description>Everything Zakir draws comes to life.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>ZaynLouis has been slumped on the couch just waiting until Miranda got back home. What is taking that girl so long? Liam was trying to comfort him and Liam kept giving me these looks, Louis was obviously close to crying.&quot;Vas happening mate?&quot; I asked sitting beside Louis, grabbing him for a hug.&quot;Want..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>GeorgiaI cannot believe this, I just ran into Harry Styles and Niall Horan from One Direction. Niall was so cute, he didn't say much and as Harry was introducing &amp;nbsp;himself, Niall kept staring at me. I swept side glances at him seeing if he would ever look away. But even after a couple minutes he..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>NiallHarry ran into this waitress and I just tried to stand still, I was so anxious to get out and back to our apartment. That is until I saw the waitress. She had brown hair that seemed to cascade around and frame her face even more so. When she looked up at me and blushed I was done right there. T..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Harry When we got to Nando's Niall was almost dying with excitement. I seriously don't know where he gets all of this energy and how he can find the time to eat so much food. But he does and it now doesn't surprise us that if he is sleeping the pretty much the whole day, when we are on one of our br..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>LouisI woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Why does this always keep on happening. I know it's a huge step for her, but couldn't she be there when I wake up in the morning. I walked out into the living room and saw all the other lads there. Liam and Niall looked over at me and waved, but&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I woke up to the sunlight piercing my eyes. I groaned and started to get out of my bed when I felt an arm tighten around my waist. My breath caught as I slowly turned to see who was wrapped around me. My eyes landed upon Louis curled around me like a big spoon, still sleeping soundly. I let my breat..</description>
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			<title>We'll All Go One Direction</title>
			<description>This is just a fanific of mine about the lads in One Direction. Enjoy!</description>
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			<title>Chapter 21</title>
			<description>	The next morning I awoke to the clanging of pots and pans. I lifted my head and saw Austin and Ramon making breakfast, laughing along with Anthony, Alicia, and Jacob. It was as if nothing ever had happened the night before. I staggered into the kitchen, slowly taking a seat on one of the stools.	&amp;l..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 20</title>
			<description>	I heard the coffee machine going and quietly walked into the kitchen to see Anthony making himself a sandwich and whistling a song that I didn't recognize under his breath. I wobbled over to a stool, letting out a gasp of pain as I sat down gingerly. Anthony turned and gave me a look of both amusem..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 19</title>
			<description>	Half an hour later, the pack was walking back to the building from a night of drinking away sorrows, the couch was upturned and we were now in my bedroom. I haven&amp;rsquo;t been a bottom for years, not since Freshman year in high school. But even then it was just for the first couple months and then ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 18</title>
			<description>	I started to run. I ran as fast as my human legs would let me. I kept running even after my legs started screaming with pain, screaming for me to give up and rest. But I kept pushing on until I made it to my dorm door. I halted in front of the door, my legs gave away as I dropped onto my knees. My ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 17</title>
			<description>	My eyelids opened to the bright light of the suns rays piercing my eyes. I groaned as I raised up to see an old beaten up truck parked close by the mill. I shook Alicia and Anthony. Waking up Jacob and Logan in the process.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;You guys wake up. There's a truck here. Come on get up! I think they..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 16</title>
			<description>	By the time I got out of the shower and back into the living room. They were all sitting on the couch and lounging on some chairs. Anthony turned to see me standing there awkwardly. He got up and brought me into a hug.	&amp;ldquo;Well I see you took care of your little situation. Mmmm and you don&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 15</title>
			<description>	We were outside against the side of a building, freezing, talking about our plan. Logan was on one side of me, while Jacob was on the other. Alicia and Anthony were running the block making sure no one was coming. I shoved my hand in my coat pocket feeling around for my pack of cigarettes and my li..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 14</title>
			<description>	I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm clock. I groaned and raised up from my bed. Crawling to my dresser I quickly pulled on some ripped jeans and a button up shirt. I walked down to the breakfast parlor on the first floor of my dorm building. Once I entered the parlor and quickly grabbed a bagel, I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;So, that&amp;rsquo;s what happened.&amp;rdquo; I looked at Ramon to see him starting to back away from me.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;What happened to you then?&amp;rdquo; Ramon asked. I could tell he knew, he had read so many books on this, on the supernatural.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;That rip as you know I got from the girl, ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12</title>
			<description>	I took a deep breath.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;So it started the day I came into the dorm with that&amp;hellip;umm&amp;hellip;scratch.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;		~I started walking down the hall when I hear the growl again, only this time much closer than before. I spun around only to be inches from the face of a beast about my si..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>	We must have fallen asleep because when I awoke from the sound of banging on my dorm door, it was 6 in the afternoon. I turned to my side, hoping to find Anthony sleeping there, but the bed was empty. The rapping kept up at the door. I got up, put on some pants, and drowsily walked over to the door..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>I came running into the dorm to find Alicia still sleeping and my bed empty, where was Anthony? I started putting the food away when I heard a muffled scream. I dropped the bags of apples and threw open the bathroom door, where the scream was heard, and stared in horror at the sight before me. There..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>	The sunlight pierced my eyes, waking me up. I pulled on some shorts and went to the refrigerator, finding barely any food there. I got a piece of paper and wrote a note.Ran to the store for food.Be back soon-Frank	Leaving it by Anthony&amp;rsquo;s side, I kissed his head and headed out the door. At the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>	The sun started to peak over the horizon and I got worried about Alicia. A couple minutes later she busted through the door, trying to catch her breath. She was in her human form and blood was running down her body.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;I was almost done with the guy when the cops showed up. I took off run..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>	I raced through the streets closing on Alicia when I heard barking behind me. I turned my head to see Anthony crouched down growling at something in the shadows.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Alicia get back here. Now!&amp;rdquo; I barked at her as I turned to go help Anthony. I skidded to a halt a foot away from him w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>	I woke up the next day with my arm draped over his body. We were back in our human forms. Anthony turned his body to me and gave me a sleepy smile.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Did you sleep good?&amp;rdquo; I asked him.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Yes and especially since I had you to hold me.&amp;rdquo; he stated looking down. A blush..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>	As I was walking down the street, I could feel two kids on their bikes in the street about a block to the left. I had to pass them to get to my building. I crept into the shadows and started trotting towards the dorm building. I entered the building and bounded up the stairs. I was panting from the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	We dashed back to the building, trying not to be seen. I stopped abruptly and crouched in the shadows. Alicia kept trotting on and I quietly barked at her.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Alicia! Get over here.&amp;rdquo; I started growling as I saw the figure approach Alicia. I crept out of the shadows and started stalk..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	A snarl ripped through my throat and I barked back at Alicia.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Be quiet they&amp;rsquo;re just around the corner, I&amp;rsquo;ll knock some of them down for you. But do not fight them, I will do all the fighting. I don&amp;rsquo;t want you getting hurt again.&amp;rdquo; she bowed her head and whimpered..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	When I opened my eyes the whole room seemed different. Everything wasn't all black and white like I thought it would be, the color was the same, but I could hear a pin drop outside the front door of a building, and I knew it was a pin outside the building because I just did. My new brain knew exact..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I was walking through the hallways of my dorm building, looking for some late night parties. When I turned down one of the halls attached to the main hallway and ran right into one of the students knocking the books from her hand all over the floor. I started to pick up her stuff when a growl ripped..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>There's a lot of things I didn't understand, a lot of things I didn't want to understand. The world was a cruel place that shut it's doors on anyone and anything different. My name's Frank, Frank Stahr. I've been sitting at this bar table for more than half the day, thinking about my poor excuse of ..</description>
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			<title>The Hunter's Gift</title>
			<description>College student Frank Stahr has it all popularity, sex, drugs, alcohol. But what if one person can change it all? Will he stick to old habits or will his loved ones change him for the better?</description>
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