Wolf Boy

Wolf Boy

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NEW COVER:) Harvey Quinn is a boy known by many things. He is the boy who just gets by. Many people do not know who Harvey really is. Just the rumors that you hear from your so called "best friends". You don't know if maybe he's not all sunshine and rainbows. Afterall Harvey is one of the most heartbroken teenage boys, but most of you wouldn't know. Harvey is the boy who people says has it all; the good looks that drives boys crazy and the best performances. Harvey is done with the bullshit of the world and of high school so he wanted to do something about it. Harvey Quinn has decided to write about every single person who has ever wronged him and post it onto the internet. Book one of the Heartbreak series Hope you guys enjoy:)
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BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.

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