My lips were close to his, Inches, maybe millimetres away. One move from someone and they would connect. They would mold together like clay, or a puzzle piece clicking into place. One move. Who was going to make it? "I still hate you." I said staring down at his lips. "No you don't." He breathed out. And then it cli...
Two people, from two different worlds. One full of money and publicity, and the other from pain and need. Two people who wish their lives would turn out better in their favor. Briella Mae was a girl in her last year of high school. She didn't live the teenage dream, if anything she thrived for it. She just wanted to...