I was born on a cold winter night. I was a few days old when my parents decided they didn't want me or so I'm told. I've been in hundreds of foster homes, given dozens of names from Matilda to lilac. But no matter how many homes I go to, how many names I'm given I still feel lost and incomplete. Until I ran into my hero, my love, my bad boy. The one who finally gave the words family and love meaning. Carson Jet.
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The orphan and the badboy
Teen FictionShe never had a family until he came along. She never knew her name or background and he showed her it didn't matter. All she needed was hope. She met him at night where he saved her from her foster parents. He thought she was beautiful, he wanted...
