#296 in Warewolf Genre ( 07/06/16) Death is her fate. Hope is her survival. She's been played by this cruel thing called world. She had been crushed, destroyed and stabbed over and over again until she was left with nothing, with numbness and shallowness. She tried to stand up and crawled her way up but her feet were buried deep down hell. It gets even worse than before now that she's sold. What would she choose? When she has no choice. Can she survive? What would she do? Because, for the very first time in her life, she wants to be saved.

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"You are supposed to love me not hate me." He said with his usual cold and arrogant tone. His famous smirk playing in his lips, one of the things that remind me why I hate him so much. "Well, as you said, 'supposed', Mister. So, just leave me alone and never talk to me - - " I was cut off by his lips. His hands snaked around my waist and he continued to kiss me. I stay still, not knowing what to do. He withdraw his lips from mine but did not walk away. His forehead pressed against mine and his lips inches from my lips. "Let's get things clear, nerdy. I don't like being commanded nor a girl like you telling what the hell I should do. You are to love me, because I paid you to do that shit." He said firmly and I stared at him at shock. SOON! Formerly: The perfectly imperfect love story

This is not a series of happy endings. Current status: Editing, updating soon Expect: A drama-filled, matured story that will take you to an emotional roller coaster ride.

I lean my back on the bench and watch her. She's walking, wearing those thick eye glasses, with her hair up in a messy bun and lots of books in her arms. You can notice the old, worn out black converse she's wearing every single damn day. I continued to watch her like a hawk watching his prey. But I'm not a hawk, and she's definitely not my prey. She's not my type. She's simple, smart, kind and naive. She's too good for me. We're completely opposite. ◈◈◈ I walk down the hallway and can't help but notice him. He's sitting on the bench, wearing his famous handsome smirk, with his sexy yet messy brown hair and lots of beautiful cheerleaders in his side. Everyone can notice the black cozy leather jacket he's wearing every day. I can't help but continue to side glance at him like a whipped fan girl. But I'm not a fan girl of his, yet I completely fell for him. He's not my prince charming. He's a gang leader, a sexy heart breaker, rich kid, and a dangerously handsome playboy. He's bad for me. We're completely opposite. ◈◈◈