"Everyone tells tales of boys who broke their hearts, but what if this one was sent to kill you?"
Sydney Flores - around nineteen, lover of splattered paints, allergic to socialising and torn apart over summer.
And Ryan Stone? Taught to pick locks since he was six, the definition of a bad attitude, covered in tattoos and lives up to the trouble maker aura.
One cheating ex.
One stupid mission to kill.
One betrayed girl.
One hectic boy.
What could go wrong?
Sydney Flores just wanted a night off, to escape a cheating ex and a bitchy queen bee.
What happens when she's put on a gunpoint by a mysterious blue-eyed boy?
That's right, Its the beginning of stolen phones, wild rounds of truth or dare, breaking into abandoned buildings, midnight ice cream hunts, glittery revenge plans and of course hash brownies.
Most importantly? Its the beginning of one hell of a scandalous love.
Here *gives you mango* to accompany you on your journey with them becaouse there's a dangerous ride ahead.
NOTE THAT THIS IS A DISCONTINUED/INCOMPLETE STORY (WILL NOT BE UPDATED)
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warning, mature language, mild sexual references and minor violent ahead.
79 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
79 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned.
"I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence.
"Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice.
"I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented.
Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying?
"You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door.
With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second.
"Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat.
...
He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before.
Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart?
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