Pride and Desire

Pride and Desire

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., mai 5, 2016
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Justin Bieber
Alex Barker didn't do the love thing. (Her mom had showed her that it doesn't exist.) She'd never slept with a single boy. She'd made out with and teased plenty. She was good at it. And she was pretty proud of it. Justine Bieber was a free willed ladies man. He didn't have to try to hard to get what he wanted. But the clingy girls who were set on keeping him, were the last ones he needed. He's proud of the life he leads. NO ONE withheld Justin from what he wanted So when these two people collide, what kind of mess will they create? Will Alex overcome her pride, and come to terms with what her heart wants? And will Justin be able to tell love apart from desire?
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Re•sent•ment: The act of hating - no, loathing Justin Bieber. (Yes, I'm well aware that's not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .) It's been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong. I'm not going to bore you with all the details of how our love was once intoxicating, consuming, and perfect. Because it was . . . until it wasn't. I've been fine without him. I haven't missed his cruelty, his coldness and his spite. And after the ugliest breakup in the history of breakups, I forced myself to move on. Year by year, the feelings I had for him slowly drifted away, but one encounter with him recently changed everything. One encounter made me realize how the heart doesn't forget, and how my mind is going to have to work overtime to make sure I never forget my definition of resentment. ----- NOT MY STORY full credit : N.London

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