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		<title>&#8220;Kill everyone that is not Kagome.&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 02:32:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sesshomaru, The Nightingale, by RosieB
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&#8220;So,&#8221; began Inuyasha, &#8220;do we have a plan?&#8221;
Sesshoumaru drew his sword. &#8220;Kill everyone that is not Kagome.&#8221;
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How a powerful demon and a human girl that he buys for her golden voice come to save each other.
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		<title>“I have hair in my mouth.”</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 01:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bella, I Know You by hmonster4
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When the bear dropped to his knees, she let go, pushing him forward into the fish choked river. He landed with a thud, no longer moving.
“Don’t hurt the fish. They didn’t hurt you.” She instructed the corpse, and then turned to face me, swiping her arm across her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>“This is getting fun. It’s like dial-a-chick!”</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 17:11:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>&#8220;They stared at me like I was some mythical creature. Which I was. Hell. Hence our current predicament.&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 04:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Edward, Tangled Web, by m7707
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Edward, Jacob, Demetri, and Felix are members of the Volturi Elite Guard. Their team tracks beings that have violated the Volturi Code of Silence. When they are assigned to investigate the human Isabella Swan, Edward&#8217;s unalterable world is altered. Edward/Bella
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		<title>&#8220;GSM or ‘jism’ for short.  Heh. Jism.&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.spoutingfiction.net/archives/550</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 14:46:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>&#8220;Dear, God, I have always heard you are a benevolent and merciful being. Please live up to the hype; kill me before five o’clock.&#8221;</title>
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		<title>&#8220;In my immortality Death had finally challenged me.&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:52:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Edward, The Masque of the Red Death by Jeesiechreesie
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Her blood would be mine. As would she. Once she begged, pleaded, demanded, and wept for my bite. And she would. The only question was how many would die first.&#8221;  Edward/Bella - Adult Themes
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		<title>&#8220;I am going to have coffee with Edward Cullen&#8230; I hate coffee.&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.spoutingfiction.net/archives/541</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:49:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bella, Master of the Universe by Snowqueens Icedragon
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Bella Swan is drafted in to interview the reclusive enigmatic Edward Cullen, multi-millionaire CEO of his company. It&#8217;s an encounter that will change her life irrevocably, leading her to the darkest realms of desire. Bell/Edward - Adult Themes
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		<title>“Your mom, your brother, and the damn cat are downstairs. If the humans don&#8217;t hear us, that damn cat will.”</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 00:55:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>SpoutingFiction</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Inuyasha, Heart&#8217;s Landfill, by Simonkal of Inuy
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Somewhere between Lust &#38; Hate it is quite possible that one may find Love, if they look hard enough. But what will be found, if Love is not what you desire? Two souls in a city of billions, whimper, cry out, and deny, until denial is no longer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;d seen Mary Poppins before, when I was high.&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.spoutingfiction.net/archives/528</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:55:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>SpoutingFiction</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Edward, Clipped Wings and Inked Armor, by hunterhunting
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Haunted by her past Bella is broken and alone. Starting over, can she let go of the guilt that consumes her when she meets a beautiful tattoo artist or will his own personal demons destroy them first?
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