Perfect Velvet

Perfect Velvet

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Red Velvet
- Those girls. Their flawless skin and perfect lined teeth. Oh, their beautiful flowing dresses. Such a brilliant, breathtaking red under the light of the perfect, round moon. The ones that seem like goddesses. These girl seem too good to be true. My time has finally come. I dreamt of these girls everyday, every night, every second. Just as if I have been hypnotized. Maybe by their beauty I assume. I step up to their doorways. My hands held 3 boxes. Three boxes of perfect pizza. Just like them. I raise my hand up. Knock, Knock....... P E R F E C T • V E L V E T **Hello my loves! So this is my first story on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy it and if you have any advice don't be afraid to tell me.
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Book #4 in the "Bloodlines & Ashes" series (Can be read as a standalone) I had a plan: Go to college, have lots of sex, and eventually become a doctor. Simple, right? Yeah, well, that was the idea until a family secret came out and flipped my whole world upside down. Fast forward to an accident and a kidney transplant later; I'm left wondering who the hell I even am anymore. That's when she came tumbling into my life. A red-haired stranger on the hospital rooftop, barging into my existential crisis, dragging me-literally-away from the edge. (For the record, I wasn't going to jump. Probably.) She's beautiful, fiery, and...insanely frustrating. She refused to tell me her name, declared my parents must be gay, and walked away like she didn't just turn my entire world upside down. Sounds like the start of a great love story, doesn't it? Here's the problem: she doesn't think so. She's immune to my charm, dismisses me as some campus jock, and seems entirely uninterested in giving me the time of day. Naturally, her rejection only makes me more determined to prove her wrong. Enter the deal: tutoring sessions, gingerbread lattes, and endless chances to show her that I'm more than just a guy with good hair and charm. Her story? I need to know it.
 Her trust? I'll earn it. But the closer I get, the more I realize I'm in way over my head. Because, like they say, too much ginger can give you heartburn-and my heart? It's already hanging by a thread.

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