Running Home

Running Home

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Rosalyn Lemington had everything a teenage girl could ever want. A great big house with maids and butlers, lots of clothes and shoes, and best of all money. Her aunt and uncle are rich beyond imagination. After Rosalyn's parents pass away her aunt and uncle takes her. She moves into their mansion with her two spoiled cousins. From owning the country club down the street to owning Leminton High, Rosalyn has it all. But she wants more. She wants to live her own life. She wants to be herself, something her aunt took away from her. And so one night she hops on a train. She changes her name and settles down in an old familiar town. Until she meets a handsome country boy who shows her how to have fun and really live her life. He shows her how to trust and also teaches her how to love again. Will Layla ever go back to being Rosalyn or has she finally found her way home? *All Rights Reserved*
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[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

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