It's Never Too Late

It's Never Too Late

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Chloe is your perfect 17 years old girl. She have the best friends and family she could ever ask. She's smart, funny and loved by all But not everything is what it seems to be. At the end of last year something happened, and Chloe is determined to keep it a secret. She thought she could keep living her life as usual. Only if Chloe knew how much everything is going to change... Noah was Chloe's best friend, but they weren't on speaking terms for the last two years. Now Noah is determined to be back in her life, even though Chloe doesn't want him to. Only if Noah knew how much of a bad timer he is... Because now, Chloe is sure it's too late.
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Chloe Anderson is living the perfect teenage life. She's a good student, her boyfriend is a popular football player at her school and her best friend loves and supports her no matter what happens. All of this sounds great, right? Well, maybe it would be if Chloe's English teacher didn't hate her, her boyfriend didn't keep secrets from her and don't even get me started on the creepy, stalkerish messages Chloe suddenly receives... But when her life slowly seems to implode there is one savior she would have never expected. - [...] Our breaths mingled together. Then his soft lips reached for mine. We moved in perfect unison as he pushed me down onto a fluffy pillow. His hand, still cold form the rain, moved underneath my shirt and left goosebumps on my bare skin. I flinched against his cold touch [...]

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