Maybe, just maybe.

Maybe, just maybe.

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 182
  • WpVote
    Votos 22
  • WpPart
    Partes 8
WpMetadataReadContinúa38m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, dic 30, 2020
WpInfo
Ficción
Romance
Friends. Popularity. Lexi has it all. The only thing she wants is someone to actually know her other side, her story. Tired of living the same way and tired of having weird conversations with her old neighbour made her realise that maybe there is something, something she doesn't know about herself. Something hidden from her. Will it take saving everyone she ever cared about to realise that she is not like the rest?She never was? Or is it just something messing with her head? Betrayal, love, jealousy, power, secrets, death is all a part of life and it doesn't matter who you are, you have to be there to face it. There are some questions which will haunt you but only you can find the answers to them and Lexi is bound to find her answers but time is running out so hurry up. 𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕s: ~'𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥.' '𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺' 𝘐 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪dn'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ~𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦? ~''𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢',
Todos los derechos reservados
#114
superficial
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Love Misunderstood
  • Between Hate And Heartbeat
  • Ayesha and Her Killers- A web of relationships
  • mysteriously forgotten
  • 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓
  • Shadows of Deceit: Unveiling a Mother's Legacy
  • My Unfolding Story
  • From The Day I Met You
  • Wolf Within; Secret & Lies

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido