During his band's European tour, Mark Lee ends up meeting a young french woman named Lys, for whom he will quickly developp feelings. However, as their love seems at first impossible, Mark will choose to wait years for her, in order to meet once again...
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J'écris cette histoire en anglais pour progresser, je ne suis pas excellente donc ça doit être bourré de fautes. Alors désolée d'avance pour celles-ci et n'hésitez pas à me corriger. Et si il y a besoin, je peux très bien traduire quelque chose y'a pas de problème.
Voilà, j'espère que cette fanfic va vous plaire, elle sera plutôt mignonne je pense (ça change de ce que j'écris d'habitude) et bah bonne lecture !
I'm writing this book in english, even though my mother language is french, in order to improve my skills. I'm not fluent and I guess there are plenty of mistakes, so sorry for that and please feel free to correct ! There are also some tiny phrases in french. I can of course translate anything if needed.
Hope you will like it, I think it will be more of a cute story (unlike my other books). Enjoy !
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.