"Right now I could be fucking so many girls,but I'm stuck with you're sore ass", he glanced at her.
She didn't reply, she gazed into the distance warily. She could feel him gazing at her, then he snorted and turned away, only causing the handcuffs to rattle.
"Are you deaf?",he sent her a nasty glare.
"No", she said softly while gazing coldly at him.
Silence filled the cold air, a few times Conan shot her looks, but she didn't move one bit.
"Are you threatening me with this silence, Eclàare?", he made an agressive sound as he tucked the hair behind her ear.
"You know lots of girls would like the chance to be handcuffed to me",he whispered into Eclàare's ear.
She gave him a cold stare.
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Jasmine Eclàare has a heart of stone, she can't feel a feeling at all, not pity, not sadness, not anything anymore. She was pretty sure she died emotionally, as if someone sucked her soul out, so she was moving without any emotions. Almost like a zombie...
She was cold and dead to many people, not that Jasmine minded of course. Many secrets hide inside her, controlling her life.
Conan Hales is the usual clichè bad boy around school, getting into fights and into girl's hearts. But of course if there is a bad boy, there is the usual 'hump and dump' mindset.
What happens when enemies reunite when they are handcuffed together?
Will Jasmine's heart of stone melt into gold? Or will they forget the little incident ever happened?
CRINGE WARNING!
First book I ever wrote on here!!
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"Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun."
I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest.
They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted.
People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'.
I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy.
Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1
Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8
Copyright 2014