Nothing's perfect

Nothing's perfect

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Olivia holms liv er legende let. Hendes mor er advokat, og hende far er politibetjent. Hun har en kæreste, er enebarn, og bor i et stort flot hus. Hun går i niende klasse, og får gode karakterer. Men alt blev vendt op og ned, da skoleinspektøren hiver Olivia ud, og fortæller at hendes far er belevt skudt på arbejdet. Derfra, går alt op af bakke. Hende og hendes mor flytter til en lille lejlighed i København, 2 timer væk fra deres gamle hus, Olivia skal starte i en ny skole, og hendes kæreste slår op med hende. Hun prøver at holde positiv profil, men det hjælper ik. Hun syntes starten på skolen var forfærdelig, men da Valdemar stille flyder ind i hendes liv, virker alt bare en anelse bedre. " min mor lagde sin hånd i min, og kiggede dybt ind i mine øjne, imens hun fremtvang et smil. Jeg kunne se på hende, hvor stor en smerte hun var i. Jeg kiggede rundt i vores nye lejlighed, fyldt med kasser, og lidt tøj rundt omkring. Så det her var altså min nye livsstil?. " Der kan godt komme nogle scener der virker lidt offensive for nogen ( ingen sex btw)
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Every century, the gods play a cruel game. They choose one soul. They make them so beautiful that a single glimpse of their bare face stops hearts... literally. Blood freezes. Breath dies. Bodies fall like flowers in frost. Han Jisung is this year's chosen. For three years he's worn the black veil that hides everything but his terrified eyes. For three years he's watched people he loves drop dead the moment the cloth slips. His little brother was the last. Now Jisung lives like a ghost, whispering apologies to the wind, convinced he is a walking graveyard. Until Lee Minho happens. Minho, the broke firewood seller with a mouth meaner than winter and hands gentler than spring. Minho, who insults everyone but carries old ladies home when it snows. Minho, who hears the rumors ("Don't look at the veiled boy, you'll die!") and answers with a bored, "Then I'll die. Move." He drags Jisung out of the angry mob. Gives him his only robe. Feeds him cold rice without asking for the story first. And when Jisung trembles, "You'll die if you see my face..." Minho just snorts. "좋아. 그럼 같이 죽자. (Fine. Then we'll die together.)" They say only true love can look upon the cursed beauty and live. But Minho doesn't believe in fairy tales. He believes in the way Jisung's fingers shake when he eats. In the way Jisung flinches from every shadow except his. In the way those cinnamon eyes look at him... not with fear, but with something dangerous. Hope. So let the whole city call it a death sentence. Minho's already decided: If loving a cursed boy kills him, he'll make sure it's the slowest, warmest death in history. Because for the first time in three years, Han Jisung wants to live. And for the first time in his entire life, Lee Minho wants to smile.

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