Beautiful suicides

Beautiful suicides

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Lilac is the most beautiful, intelligent, lovable, and abused girl in school. She wears her blue and purple streaked hair down in a classic goth style, and always has on black clothes. She will do anything to disguise her looks, and she just wants to be loved. When ever Bradley, a child of a clothes designer, is stuck with her figuratively and litterally, she tells him the depth of her life. He falls in love with this girl he doesn't know. Then, she disappears. It is told she committed suicide. Bradley doesn't believe this, and will do anything to get her back. WARNING! CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT☡☡☡☡☡☡☡☡
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COMPLETED ---- Elena was never able to settle. Not only because she was constantly moving around the world, and couldn't take the pain of leaving friends behind, but also because she had some trust issues. Now, she's finally in a stable place, here in New Jersey. She thought this experience would be no different to the last. She definitely didn't expect to fall in love. Of course not. Ethan was your typical playboy, so they said. His charm and charisma made any and every girl fall for him, Elena included. Will she be able to change him for good? Will they even survive through all the good, bad and the crazy? Of course they will. They're hopelessly devoted to each other. --- "When I met you, I felt this undeniable connection with you. Day one. It was a warm feeling, of constant butterflies and uncontrollable smiles." He smiled, as he twirled my hair around his finger. "I felt it too," I admitted, blushing. "That," he smiled, "was when I knew I was hopelessly devoted to you."

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