His Abused Soulmate

His Abused Soulmate

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Aubery was a normal little girl. She had what she needed and got what she wanted. Aubrey was daddy's little princess, but it all changed when she was 12 and her dad wanted more... Now Aubery is 16 and a junior in high school. she is a quiet bookworm and very sporty. she isn't a loner but isn't popular either. Miles was the average douche bag at his school. The wild party animal, the man whore of the school. But at home he was a completely different person, his mom was an alcoholic and abusive. He never felt love so he didnt know how to give any. It all changed when they met. The problems The lack of love was all changed
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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