Beauty and the Badboy
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  • مقروء 28,363
  • صوت 981
  • أجزاء 22
  • الوقت 1h 46m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في يونـ ٠١, ٢٠١٤
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"Aiden open the door"i told him to open the door as he pulled and pushed hardly

"Why wont it open?"i asked worridly

"Were locked?"he smirked 

Locked?

"Together"he smirked , i just wanted to slap that smirk of his discusting face .....

I was locked with the (most egoistic) badboy!

.............

Maya williams , the most beautiful girl and brunette who studys hard and never concearntrates on boys because of one guy ....hes a badboy who brakes every girls heart and dosent give a shit!

Yep ! Thats Aiden ...Aiden collins the badboy of the school who loves messing about and never cares about school studies 

These two hate each other so much ....
And never think about crossing paths together

But what happens when there literally locked together........!!!

Say what?!

Read this story please
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