Bite The Hands That Feed You

Bite The Hands That Feed You

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture5 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., févr. 18, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
Above the streets, your life caters to the rich, to the good. The perfect little shops set up on the streets, the tourists buzzing with life, a couple shares a drink and a smile. But I'm not here to talk about how life felt before I was sixteen. When the heat would bathe across my skin, my life was filled with chasing boys and laughing in the rain. Now, I ran from them. Ran from the hands that caressed me. That hit me. I'm Charlie, short for Charlotte. And this is the story about how I died.
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"If you are ever lucky enough to come across something so beautiful it shifts your whole world, don't ever let that go." Beckett Davis: I've been in love with Bailey Connors since I was 7 years old and she gave me back my soccer ball. We've been neighbors for years, even sharing windows facing each other's bedrooms. Our families are close, I view her grandfather as my own. The only thing is, I still can't bring myself to say more than a few words to the girl who occupies most of my thoughts. Going into my last year of high school, I needed the chance to have my world shifted by Bailey Connors. Bailey Connors: I broadcasted my crush on Beckett Davis in the 2nd grade after decorating him a cookie. And every time after that when I can't control how my face heats around him. My grandfather adores the boy next door, and who doesn't? I'm embarrassed of how long it took me to reach for things I may want, instead of just letting things happen to me. Beckett's seen some of my worst moments from afar, but what would it be like for him to see them up close? #1 in bookworm #1 in highschoolromance #1 in foundfamily #1 in goldenretriever #1 in neighbors #1 in teenromance #1 in friendstolovers

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