Beautiful Disaster (Completed)

Beautiful Disaster (Completed)

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She showed her how to fall in love and break her cold demeanor. She once felt nothing as she tried to break the memory of her own past. She once was dead in the inside as she battle her own brokenness. She was a disaster - Until she came into her life - She became her "Beautiful Disaster." --------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Lisa Manoban was chaos in fishnets and leather. A baby doll in combat boots, tattoo machine in one hand and a teasing smile in the other. She flirted like it was second nature, left hearts behind like ink stains, and never looked back. Her tattoos were bold, her laugh louder, and commitment? Please. That word didn't exist in her vocabulary. She was cool without trying, fashionable without effort, and charming in the most dangerous way - the kind that made people believe they were special... until she got bored. And then there was Jennie Kim. A pretty doctor with eyes that saw too much and lips that rarely gave anything away. Calm. Controlled. Clean. She moved like time didn't touch her - silk blouses, quiet footsteps, unreadable glances. In her white coat, she was a picture of restraint. In silence, she felt everything. They were opposites in every sense. One left marks. The other healed them. And neither knew that love would find them - exactly where it hurts most.

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