Fated To Love You

Fated To Love You

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What is the meaning of love? Is there an actual meaning? Could you explain why you fall in love? It's like trying to explain what water tastes like. You can't pick who you love or how you love; the only thing you can choose is what you do about it. Two years ago, Katherine transferred back to Calabasas, California. After her mom died in a car accident, she and her dad couldn't stay in Spain anymore. They also transferred because her father got a promotion here in California. But what will happen when she meets a handsome guy in high school and a new best friend? What will happen if they find out that they fell for the same guy? What will happen to their friendship? Will that one argument break their bond? And who is the dangerous guy she meets in America? Is it the same guy she came across ten years ago in high school?
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"Love is the best kind of addiction." *** Rob is a smoker, it's a part of his bad boy image, a part he's not too happy to be losing. Olympia is supposed to be helping Rob quit, a job she has volunteered for but has no idea how to do. Quitting is never easy, but maybe a new addiction could help. *** "I don't do love, Olympia." Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Love isn't something you do, Rob. It doesn't happen because you decided that it would. It's like an addiction, you get a taste of it and it becomes all you ever want, nothing else matters." "So it's an addiction?" I nodded, "kinda like smoking then?" I shrugged, "Yeah I guess, I wouldn't know." "Prove it. Prove to me that love is an addiction, and I'll prove to you that I can quit. Deal?" *** my first book on Wattpad, please give it a chance:)

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