Sea Child
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i am the child of the sea. a poet like story. from a small town to a murder investigation, to migration problems to lost souls. i am oakley.
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Him and I

"I can't get her out of my fucking head, I hate her." Eden Vierra- A quiet soul with so much fire inside of her. Only reliant on herself for her whole life. And it is good it has stayed that way because who was to protect if she didnt protect herself? She had to. Especially against the man who waltzed into her like like he owned it. Like he owned her. The man who made her feel everything nobody else could. Mainly hatred, because god did she hate him. His smug face and comments filled with venom. With him being 3 years her senior he was always a few steps ahead of Eden. Or so he thought. Eden read that man like a book, every feeling that crossed his face that he worked so hard to conceal she could feel so deep inside her. Her brothers best friend, her enemy. He lit that fire inside her one day and left it burning. Silas Noel- Her brothers best friend. A dangerously handsome ex Navy SEAL with far too many secrets for Eden to unravel. He feeds off the hatred that she pours, Silas knows what makes her tick and he abuses it for his own satisfaction. His bestfriends little sister has always got under his skin. Until he starts to notice that she isn't so little anymore. He notices how delicious her little doe eyes look when she watches him. But he hates her and nothing will change that. He will stop at nothing to break her, make her snap. A twisted part of him wants her to hate him more But how long does it take before the lines between hatred and lust begin to blur. And just how far is too far?

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