She isn't noticed. She's shy and quiet. But she, like everybody else is human. Humans have interests. What happens when the guy that she's interested in takes interest in her? Is it a game that she's willing to play?

I saw her and I knew from that moment on I would never love someone the way I love her. Mature content New writer -this story is not edited so please forgive my mistakes I do not own any of the photos included in this book. 19'

alcohol, fragrance, and melancholy.

Chris and Robyn Both Have Been Wondering If Their Relationship Was Just A "HEAT OF THE MOMENT" Type Thing. Is She Really The ONE? Or Is He Just Whipped Of Her Exotic Bliss, Are They Really In Love? READ TO FIND OUT! Heat of the moment 1 & 2 in one BOOK © Copyrights 2014 Reserved To Jade

India Manory thinks life in Queens, New York will never change. It's the same routine, same bullshit she has to put up with. But can one faithful month change her whole perspective on life itself? "Same people, same expectations. There's no room for change. Change is just another way of saying 'Hey this is how things are whether you like it or not. Get used to it or get the fuck out.'" I kicked the dried up mud off of my black and white Converses. "Let me change your mind." Chris pulled his lips into his mouth, extending the length of his cheeks bones and causing two indents to form on the sides of his freckled face. "How do you suppose you're gonna do that?" I furrowed my brows and faced him, seeing his promising expression which intrigued me. "Give me a month. I bet I can change your life." A sly smirk tugged on his full lips. "For better or for worse?" "Only one way to find out."

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Aya Weathers is a hardworking, talented, aspiring songwriter who prefers to put her goals before her personal life. Christopher Brown is a stubborn, rude singer who has his guard up and doesn't plan to let anyone in. Together, the two of them will be prominent figures in music history. That's if they can get along first. "You're not gonna win any awards being rude, Christopher." Aya slumped back in her chair, taking a long sip of her black coffee. "It was doing me just fine before. And can you stop calling me that?" Chris shot his head up, resting it on his fist. "No, I'm good. Thank you for asking nicely though." She grinned before clicking her pen and jotting down something in her notebook. "Why you keep playing with me? It's not funny." "I'm not playing, Christopher. This is strictly business, not a game." Aya stared at him with grim, serious eyes. She meant what she was saying. "What if I wanted it to be a game?" "Is that a bet?" Aya tested with a heightened eyebrow. "Do you want to make it one?"