Sealed Walls (book 2)

Sealed Walls (book 2)

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** this is a sequel to Broken Walls and I doubt that this book can be read as a standalone** To love at all is to be vulnerable, our fears reveal what we care about the most. She's got fire in her veins, smoke on her lips and blood staining her fists but her mind is wrapped in chains and scars mark her hips. Sometimes she forgets she even exists. Calm her chaos but never silence her storm. Behind her smile is a hurting heart, behind her laugh she's falling apart. Let it hurt, let it bleed, let it heal and let it go...I'm that girl, my name is Ann Parker and my life has turned into one big I Don't know. ★★★★★ "Now where do you think your going" he said walking closer caging me against the wall of books. "Back to ash" my voice trembled betraying me, but strangely I wasn't thinking about that right now but rather on the touch of his hands against my skin. There was something sensual about the caress, something disturbingly hot in the slow male undertone of his accent. I frowned. What the hell is wrong with me? I must be so tired that I'm imagining things. And I guess I dazed off too long as I felt hot breathe caressing my face as he leans in an obviously uncomfortable position due to his tall slim frame. His eyes piercing through mine, reading me like an open book as he slowly starts to smirk. "What you thinking about" he asked, he's voice making my knees fail. "Nothing" "Your pulse is racing" he pointed out as he ran a finger across my wrist. "It generally does when I'm annoyed" I lied gaining courage. And he scoffed leaning against my ear. "Or aroused" his lips almost touching my ear. What! Pushing him back, my face red and hot with anger both In embarrassment and irritation. "Are you high? Sorry mistake...you are" I said and spun away making sure my hair whips his face painfully before going down the aisle. "Tarde o temprano princesa" he said before I left
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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