𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊 "ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ sᴏʀʀʏ sᴏᴜʟ ɪғ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ" -ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴀ ♥︎ ☾︎☀︎︎ᵖᵉʳᶜʸ ʲᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ☀︎︎☽︎

This is my second book...

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)