Capture My Heart (BK3: Niall Horan)

Capture My Heart (BK3: Niall Horan)

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{BOOK THREE TO PICTURE THIS & SECOND SNAPSHOT} 'Capture my heart in a vintage photo frame. Frame it in only the best and love it with all of your heart. I dare you, to promise me you'll be mine forever. It doesn't take much. Just capture my heart and keep it. We can make some memories worth keeping on the way.' Secrets. How would you feel if you knew that pretty much all the people that you thought never would, were keeping secrets from you? There's something being hidden. And it's something big. And Ashley's determined to find out what. But it's not only what she wasn't told, it's what was lied to her about. It always seems to be the people she least expects. It's not only the fact that she really doesn't know as much about her past, present and future as she thought, someone's determined to make sure of three things. One: That she remains as clueless as she has done for years. Two: That her life is a mysterious living hell. Three: That she's put into so much jeopardy and sabotage that she can't take it anymore and crumbles underneath the pressure of being stalked and sabotaged. Basically, they want to make her go completely mad. At first it was all fine and dandy, it was a fresh start, a new life as a happy couple doing well for themselves, but for Ashley, you can run from your past, but it'll always be there to catch you up in the end. But it's not just her, one target would never be enough, it pays off to kill off at least for a while the ones close to her. So just how long can Niall and Ashley take the pressures of this crazy life? It's not just their lives' that are hanging in the balance; their relationship is doomed for murder too. Life isn't about fighting off the bad anymore, it's about preventing it in the first place. And sometimes, you really can't trust anyone anymore, even if you want to. After all, you're more vulnerable when you're standing alone.
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Liking someone is a genuine thing, happy feeling that inspires and glimmers with hope. Despite preparation and belief, love comes without limits. No matter how we prepare and convince ourselves, when love comes, there's nothing we can do. It all started by denying it, and as it ended, it became undeniable. Loving someone came from an unknown reason, but we felt there's something between them that we just admire, or a deeper something we fall for. Love is a beautiful emotion, but we are conditioned to trust fate over circumstances. Despite emotions, taking risks is a game we can fight for. But is love supposed to be felt, not expressed verbally? The story of missed opportunities and lost relationships is mixed with beautiful moments when the right things happen to the right people at the right time and place for all the right reasons. The characters in these pages feel somewhat familiar, like old friends: the high school friends, the one who taught you that love can come from unexpected moments, even the truest, purest kind, holds no guarantees, the one who will never be yours, the one you regret hurting, and finally, the one who you pushed. Sometimes there are people who are meant to be each other, but sometimes it all becomes a lesson. These are people you've known or loved before, possibly even people you've been with. None of them were perfect, but they shaped each other to learn. This is not only a love letter to the past. It's a love letter to the present and its endless possibilities. It's a love letter to the future and all the decisions we've yet to make-all the times we'll choose love over and over. It's a love letter to pain and loneliness, for the power they didn't realize they had given us. It's a love letter to ourselves, for each time we choose to rise back up after being knocked down by love. And it's a love letter to accept and love itself in all of its grandeur, pain, wonder, and constancy. This book is a love letter, and it awaits you.

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