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 <title>FictionPress.com - Terumiu's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Terumiu</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Terumiu</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/545184/</uri>
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  <published>2013-03-30T12:05:12-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-03-30T12:05:12-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Billionaire's Concierge</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3086582/1/The-Billionaire-s-Concierge"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-12-27:story.3086582</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/545184/Terumiu'&gt;Terumiu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 13, Words: 94,139, Reviews: 92, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Her mom's marrying a billionaire. She's going to have three new older brothers, and a whole lot of trouble on her hands. &quot;You can throw money at problems, but money throws problems at you too, you know?&quot; Can a teenage girl really handle something like a million-dollar allowance and being a top-class socialite? [REWRITE of Caramel Hall]</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Terumiu</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/545184/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-01-08T04:58:58-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-08T04:58:58-08:00</updated>
  <title>Caramel Hall</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2999957/1/Caramel-Hall"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-02-24:story.2999957</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/545184/Terumiu'&gt;Terumiu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 32, Words: 153,686, Reviews: 204, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;REWRITTEN. Refer to author's profile for rewritten version, titled The Billionaire's Concierge.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Terumiu</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/545184/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-08-26T21:34:11-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-08-26T21:34:11-08:00</updated>
  <title>Truth</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3053643/1/Truth"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-08-26:story.3053643</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/545184/Terumiu'&gt;Terumiu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 864, Reviews: 3, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;There was nothing left to be said. After all, this was just a courtesy visit. I was mocking him, wearing my mother's clothing to her death anniversary. He had killed her, after all.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Terumiu</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/545184/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-04-05T12:46:06-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-05T12:46:06-08:00</updated>
  <title>Change</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3010981/1/Change"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-04-05:story.3010981</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/545184/Terumiu'&gt;Terumiu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Essay/'&gt;Essay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 634, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A wail cut through the silence. A building had collapsed, and someone had died. Slowly, unable to help herself, she lifted the camera and took a shot. Within that frame, she had captured the aftermath of change. Based on the March 2011 Japan earthquake.</summary>
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