I GET WHAT I WANT

I GET WHAT I WANT

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Romance
Ace Hunter, a seventeen years old boy, always gets what he wants. But will he get this one girl that he wants and uses her for his own needs. When he realizes that there is more to this girl than just needs, he feels like he should change his mind. Will he change his mind and get to know her fully or not? Calla Romano, a complete Italian girl, sixteen years old, goes to the same school as Ace Hunter, the school Playboy. She tells herself that she will never talk to him. She soon needs help with him because of his attitude towards her. So she feels like she can hate him but she can't Follow the story of the two people as they struggle to find love.
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