Guns and Roses

Guns and Roses

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, feb 23, 2021
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If you're looking for a cliche - this isn't it ... Well kind of... - author "Aren't Arabs known for terrorism?" he says, cocking his head to the side. I reply back "aren't Asians known for having small packages?". He leans in close, pinning me to the lockers, his dark eyes never leaving my wide-opened ones. My breath quickens. "No one has ever spoken to me like that Lay-la" testing my name on his tongue. He leans in, our noses barely touching. He whispers "Do you know what I do to bad little girls? I teach them a lesson." Meet V. He isn't a K- pop idol, but he is equally dreamy. No one knows his actual name but what they do know is he's a dangerous guy. 'Stay away from him' they warn. 'He's trouble'. But for Layla, it goes in 1 ear and out the next, she believes 2 can play that game. Meet Layla Dominique. She isn't exactly the good girl, she has dark secrets that are hidden deep within in her. Her older brother is in a gang and the gang life is no surprise to her. She and her brother move away from everything they knew to start fresh. But it isn't exactly what Layla thought it would be. More and more secrets start to uncover which leads to more and more questions. Was it fate meeting the' bad boy'? Or destiny?
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Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction. Written by @apricitys. _ _ _ "What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine. I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips. "You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target. Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering. I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off. He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. "Aubrey." _ _ _ Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?

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