Scars Never Fade

Scars Never Fade

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"My mom was gone. My dad was gone. Does my sister even love me anymore? Does anyone love me? My 'best friends' don't care anymore. I'm living with a monster, he was capable of anything, and everything; the scary part was that he was drawing me in. He managed to tie a rope around me, and pull me closer to him. How can he be so evil, but still have a magnetic attraction? It's almost as if he didn't know the effect he had on people, mainly, me. At the same time, there was another rope, not as tight, but it was still there. It pulled me in the opposite direction; pulled me into his soft, gentle touch. One of the ropes will snap, but it was just a matter of time." Life isn't easy for Scarlett. Her past haunts her enough, and with her being the joke of the school, and the #1 target, she faces many problems. This is a heart wrenching story about a deathly, inescapable Love Triangle. This isn't your typical teen crush, no. This is a matter of life and death. Are you ready for it? Love Sucks; But just how bad does it suck? A One Direction Fanfic. ~SheeranUniverse.
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#Highest Rating: #102 IN TEEN-FIC I put on my Gucci jacket, strapped on my Jimmy Choos, ran a manicured hand through my freshly-curled hair, and applied a single stroke of my ruby red matte lipstick. He yawned happily from the bed. "Last night was amazing." He said, with a satisfied look. "Should I make you some coffee?" "Don't bother." I replied edgily, as my light eyebrows shot up my forehead, and a suave smirk crept onto my lips. "I'm never seeing you again, mister." The look on his face. Priceless. This is why I do it, the sheer joy I get to see guys this way. ******** Meet me. Ashley Chelsea Parker. THE girl. Sure, I am the Queen of Highschool, not in the innocent head cheerleader way you might be guessing, but in the 'Playgirl Parker' way. Guys want to have me. They not just dream of the amazing night they want to spend with me in bed, but also of changing me, from a playgirl to a whipped girl. All the time, when I hook up, I pity these assholes for thinking 'As If' that could ever happen. Girls want to be me. They dream of possessing the looks, charm, manner, popularity, talent, and all the perfection in me. And then, in anxiety to prove they actually dislike me and are not just plain jealous, they become what the other gender was born as: a dick. And I, then of course, be the bigger one. Flatter me, and I might just be nice to you if you're lucky, but just try to be at the same level as me, and I'll show you how far below you are. But I've had enough experience with many people to know they are certified bitches. All I now bother, is to be the biggest bitch of them all. ******** Presenting to you, the Playgirl Parker. #1 in the Playgirl series. Please try the book, at least once. You're so gonna love this. Hey awesome people. I've recently signed up for a contest, so please read this book, share it on, and keep updated too. Love you Lots, Sheya.

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