He Killed My Vibe.

He Killed My Vibe.

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'Y'all smoke to enjoy it I smoke to die' Alaska Young Looking for Alaska. I gave myself time but I couldn't stop myself. And that's when it started. My addiction. Drugging myself with this so-called happiness. When life is absent around me, I smoke. Watching the rings of dead life pass me by is how I gave myself time. And damn, does it feel good. But wait, there's always something. Or rather someone. Ah, but this isn't some shitty romance novel, I'm not going to fall in love with some deadass. Nah, this "someone" is a total buzzkill, coming round to kill my vibes. Like Ugh. Serious Ugh. And guess what happens. Ah nevermind, your guess is probaby shit anyway. So he sees me at the back of the field, cig in mouth, smoking and rips it out. I teach him a valuable lesson about how if you fucking rain on my parade I will give you hell. This is about me kicking his ass. And you're welcome to join me. Actually who am I kidding? Like your schedule isn't empty anyway. PSA: I already addressed this in the first chapter in the author's note but this book is in NO WAY glamourising smoking, in fact a little later on in the book I'm hoping to add a few bits on why Étoilee should stop smoking but I'll stop right there, I don't want to spoil it. There's more on this in my author's note at the end of the first chapter. Thank you again and please feel free to PM me any concerns you have. Please take this book with an open mind, thank you!
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***Completed*** *Mature Content Warning* TW: Car accident, Depression, sexual content His touch made me shiver as I couldn't take my eyes off of his, trailing down at his lips. We were so close again. Closer than anytime before. „I-.",I started to stop anything we both were going to regret. „Shhh. Don't say anything",he said against my lips as our nosetips brushed agains each other. „Have you found your dresses?",he asked as his thumb brushed over my lips making me weak in my knees. I nodded softly looking at his eyes wich were attached to my lips. „I can't wait to see you in them",he whispered against my lips before placing soft kisses on the edge of them. I closed my eyes breathed out loud in pleasure. His teasing wasn't as useful as he thought. My patience won. „Your patience is kiling me","The contract",I whispered."Fuck that contract"he bursted and pulled me closer by the waist before pressing his lips on mine. ---------------------------- Delana Celine Harvey a 18 year old girl, faces the hart consequences of losing her supporting and loving family due to a car accident. After moving from family member to family member she decided to stay with her oldest Aunt and her family. Her expectations of living with them and going into medical school shattered after she found out that her Aunt and Uncle had planned an arranged marriage for her, with the 25 year old billionaire's son Blaine Ace, promising that he would take good care of her. He was a well known men, a typical men that got chased by women because of his attractive looks and money. He is like everyone else would imagine arrogant and self centered. The fact that both were forces into the marriage made it hart for the two completely different personalities to get along. Her calmness and self control drives him crazy, but also wakes his interest in her.

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