If Only (Tony Oller FanFiction)
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  • Reads 366
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Sep 04, 2014
Alex is a 21 year old; normal for the most of it. Except for the part where she reads fan fictions all day and listens to music 24/7 along with being on Twitter. She works from home, so there's never really times she has to be dressed up. But she's just barely thriving with the amount of money she has. Not poor, yet not rich either. But, of course, if a certain favorite band of hers comes to her state, she wouldn't waste a moment to spend her money on tickets and VIP. And that's exactly what happens. If only things were that simple.
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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. ---- 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.