Illusions
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--Illusions-- They always say rivals turn into lovers one day, but 16-year-old Angel couldn't bear thinking about falling for the boy whom she had always detested. He stared at her whenever they're in the canteen or in the same classroom, and yet he's the hottest guy in school and he's got a huge bunch of admirers. It's terrible enough to be stared at by a jerk everywhere at school since he's literally stalking her, and what's worse - she got stuck with the jerk at the school gate and ended up kissing him. Angel's life came to a huge twist after the kiss - a bunch of accidents followed and she found herself falling uncontrollably for the boy.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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