zoey, a girl who plans on just going to the LA show for her favorite band, but by the end of the night, it takes an unexpected turn. for the better or worse? read to find out
Yes, i am making a new story. I got bored of 'The Dream' a long while ago, and im not completely bored of 'Cupids Arrow' but i stopped writing it because it just wasn't something I'd write, well it is, but didn't sound like me. If you guys did like CA i have like 10 chapters i never published. Also, all my other stories are about Zach, so i thought, why not change it up? so i made a Daniel fanfic for my Daniel bb's out there. I am going to work hard on this so im proud of it.
If you've never read any of my stories, 1. Hii nice to meet you, if you ever want to talk/become friends im here literally 99.9% of the time, and if i dont answer immediately, i guarantee i will later
2. i do include vulgar language, and some touchy subjects. so if that triggers anything, you've been warned. because i havent wrote any of the story yet, i dont know if ill include touchy subjects, but if i do i will put a warning at the beginning of the chapter.
With that said, i hope you enjoy this story that I will/am working so hard on. <3
- Mattie
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.