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Ever feel like your life isn't your own? An actual human or what could be a human, controlling you? No? Well I do. My life feels like an entire simulation. And if by some means there is someone who is doing this, I'd tell them a piece of my mind. It could go something like this... ' Dear Whoever's Controlling My Life, I would like to ask you personally: WHAT THE LIVING HELL ARE YOU DOING!? Signed, Someone Who Isn't Yours ' Life has so many problems and for 16-year-old Nicho, those problems began the day he learned his Public school was mixing with the Private school. Lies. Parties. Fights. Drama. And one hell of a lot is kissing. A life of a teen can't get any more interesting. - - - Started Writing: July 10, 2018 Story Status: SLOW RELEASES! First Posted: August 2022 *WARNING: MATURE THEMES SUCH AS LANGUAGE AND ACTS MAY OCCUR
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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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