My Author Next Door [WCAwards2017]

My Author Next Door [WCAwards2017]

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Kilalanin si Denise Villanueva,isang 4th year college sa Oregon University.She love reading books,lalo na yung Hell University By Knight In Black. Siya ay isang sassy na babae na maldita with a heart kaso nga lang puno naman ng bandage yung heart niya. Aww... Sino kayang pwedeng humilom sa sugat sa puso niya? Well,no one can predict it,malay mo nasa tabi-tabi lang. Ang sabihin mo,baka kapit bahay mo lang. Paano kung yung kapit bahay mo pala ay yung lodi mong author?Anong gagawin? "Lodi Petmalu,I Love You!" Title:My Author Next Door Author:@Black_World23 Genre:FanFiction
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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