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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
© Melisa Bursali. All rights reserved.
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she giggled, the action causing her plump lips to curve. her nose was red and her ivory arms were hidden under the beige oversized sweater. ginger hair was framing her face, cascading around her as some sort of shield against humanity. green eyes twinkling with amusement, she chuckled once more, throwing her head back. he loved to make her laugh. he found that the sound was music to his ears- a fact that he somehow said out loud by mistake. she was flattered. he was flustered.
it isn't often that the self-proclaimed king of the school notices a wallflower. not only does he notice her, but he notices everything about her- from the way she walked, face timidly hidden behind a curtain of hair, to the way she talked, wise words spoken in a quiet manner. with every second spent together, he could feel his heart almost exploding out of his chest; he was willing to give up his throne, his kingdom, his subjects and, ultimately, his heart, just so he could win hers.
however, there is no such thing as a simple love story, so, naturally, obstacles are placed on their path. they are from the wrong crowds. they have different principles. their friends don't approve of their relationships, nor do parts of their families. but they love each other. they were made for each other. so the only issue still standing is the extent they are willing to go to in order to prove it. will he ever forget the taste of fame? will she try to break her shell? are they willing to exit their comfort zones and fight for each other?
guess only time will tell.

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عاطفيةit isn't often that the self-proclaimed king of the school notices a wallflower. not only does he notice her, but he notices everything about her- from the way she walked, face timidly hidden behind a curtain of hair, to the way she talked, wise wor...