Love, Games And Envy

Love, Games And Envy

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"It was as if the world had been snatched from under my feet, in just a fraction of a second. My knees crippled and I sank into the rough asphalt, not being able to comprehend what just happened. Neither my heart nor my mind could accept what I was seeing. My hands. They were full of blood, and I was soaked in it. "And then I cried. "I screamed. I shouted. I let my emotions flow uncontrollably. I could barely see through my tears. My heart wrenched, as if someone plunged a knife into it, and then twisted it with their full force. I howled in agony, which came, not from the blood, but from the realization of what I had lost. My soul. My life. My joy. My love. Gone. Taken. Snatched. Just like that." ~~~~~~~~~~ 16 year old Jen Ripley has been through hell, which is saying the least, and is the most badass girl you could find in the huge town of Rayfield. All she is focused on is getting out of the hellhole they call high school, when an unexpected old friend arrives in town, Nick Richards With her troubled past, which she blames Nick for, Jen is bound to hate his guts, but sometimes,fate can truly be cruel. Read as they go from hatred to desire, with pain, heartbreak and misery, along with the love they share, to keep them company. As their relationship blooms, both uncover each other's darkest secrets; mistakes made in the past, coupled with the emotion and envy that comes along, result in tragedies which will change everything. [WARNING: Contains mature content, including violence, drug abuse, strong language (explicit and suggestive) and various sex themes.] Text copyright ©️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

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