"When I tell you that he hates me, you'll probably assume it's because he's a jerk...but you'd be wrong. He's not a jerk. I am." --- Several years ago tragedy struck Emma's home, leaving her broken... like a cup with cracks spiraling and slithering around the edges. Slowly, bitterness crept in like tar, hardening between each fracture to resemble a deceitful wholeness. She became a monster, and targeted her venom on the sweetest person she could find: Trinity Nixon. Too bad the boy Emma longed for was Trinity's brother. Now, as Emma fights to win the heart of the boy who despises her, she's forced to hide her demons. She paints her fragile cup in pinks, yellows, and oranges - all the colors of the sun. She paints on a smile, and an unusual sense of humor, so that the world will view her as bright and cheerful, when in reality she's breaking. But she's completely unprepared for the acidic truth that melts away the tar, demolishing her shell, and awakening the Emma White buried deep inside. --- Book 1 in The Dismantled Pride series *Story was previously titled "Faking It"

S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did

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"You will want me, your body will burn with desire for me. You won't be able to sleep without picturing me beside you. No matter how much you try, you won't be able to get me out of your mind. I'll drive you to distraction, honey. Every hour, minute and second. You will want me so bad. It's almost hilarious." He gave a throaty chuckle in the end. All the while my heart was hammering in my chest, screaming and demanding to be let out. And fly to him. Oh sweet snackers! Why was I attracted to the devil. To Lucifer for Fishing' sake! I felt him move closer than he already was. He leaned in. A soft whimper escaped my lips, and he smirked. His hands shot out and one rested on my hip. I opened my mouth to protest, or just to say something. But he silenced ir with his finger. "Shh.." I swallowed hard as his lips replaced his finger. Oh those sinful, sinful, lips! "Luce-" "Savour the moment, love. Savour it." I am so damned! **********