Definite Re-Reads
2 stories
Playing Matchmaker by summercalling
Playing Matchmaker
summercalling
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❝ One day your Prince will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions. ❝ Nova Lockheart is tired of being "Resident Cupid" at Octavia High. Having never had a proper boyfriend, Nova's two best friends, Nate and Emily, set out to play a game of matchmaker, to finally get the matchmaker a boyfriend. Too bad the arrow shot through Tyler Bradford's heart - the boy known for breaking them, and the boy Nova is completely and utterly 'in hatred' with. Two stubborn individuals, a tonne of sexual tension, and with the works of two best-friends-turned-lovers, Nova and Tyler have no idea what they have coming for them. Copyright summercalling © Teen Fiction #7
After Curfew by SlytherinAfff
After Curfew
SlytherinAfff
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Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.