The Consequence of Falling - THE PREQUEL

The Consequence of Falling - THE PREQUEL

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**This is a PREQUEL to The Consequence of Falling, which will be released on Amazon (only free with Kindle Unlimited) in December ** Presley Rose has it all - the money, the clothes, the popularity, but she's unhappy and feels like she's missing something. Nathaniel Bradley has nothing - no money, an unstable life at home, and not the kind of popularity he wants. To escape all of that, he works hard. An unlikely meeting sets them on the same path, but this isn't your typical boy-meets-girl, boy falls for girl romance. No, because Presley and Nathaniel definitely do not love each other. They don't even like each other. In fact, they cannot stand each other. But you know what they say about love and hate . . .
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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