LOVE OR HOPE?

LOVE OR HOPE?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 23, 2020
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Mystery
This book contains strong language, sexuality and may depict violence. If you are sensitive to this,I advice you withdraw now and prevent any hate comments. Nevertheless, This book may get you thrilled with romance, may make you feel betrayed, may make you cuss and may keep getting your attention till the very end. Enjoy the suspense lol. About the book? . . For eighteen years, Alyssa has known nothing but pain, rape and violence. There's no one to unveil her burden to,her emotionally drained mother is always working her butt off at a bar and her elder brother, Gillian hardly looks back at home. Her life becomes more shattered when her drunk step dad gets her pregnant. Would her new cold and jerky neighbor be able to eventually help her out of the challenging situation and make her feel an emotion that she has never felt before? Would she be able to Love at all or even get to Hope for anything at all? *not edited yet*
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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