Playing Hearts

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Even a good player will someday be played by a better player. But what if both who loves to play with hearts crosses their own paths? We never know what will happen until it happens but sometimes life doesn't go as what we plan and life never waits for us to be fixed when were broken, but one of the hardest things to do in life is letting go of what you thought is real.

Life for Luna Decesare was always a puzzle she tries to solve everyday, Everyone thought she was perfect in every way with her looks, Blonde hair and Midnight Blue eyes that made her name perfect, knowledge that added her points in attractiveness (because this isn't some Cliched Novel where Nerds are ugly, their actually hot), wealth since her parents were always away for business-- well she never cared about them, she never cared if she broke someones heart cause' the one who broke her heart never cared about her, so why would she care? After 3 years of never seeing her Ex she became a player who played every heart that exist.

But again life never goes as what we plan.

Well life for Blake Henderson, He solved it like it was nothing but a broken twig. He was the perfect Guy every girl needs but his past gave scars that will never vanish even by time, scars that was wounded by guilt and pain after a mistake--more like a choice he made. Just like every other playboy, he was a Jerk--a cocky jerk that made him more attractive with his boyish good looks and brown hazel eyes that made any girl swoon, his hair dark brown-- He was perfect like he was made by the greek gods and godesses.

Luna and Blake crosses their own paths as they meet unexpectedly, as they play their own games of love.

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