Roses are Red

Roses are Red

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Spade Donahue has always been unlucky. Nothing seems to go right for the poor boy. He has an "it's complicated" motto. Well that's true. His past didn't treat him well, so he's decided to look out for number one. You can't get hurt if you're looking out for yourself. Right? Elijah Kinston. He just so happens to stumble upon Spade, at a party. Sure, it's overrated. And so what? Spade is just another bad boy who seems cool and acts like a douche bag. But Elijah takes an interest in Spade when he sees what's below the partying, cold mask. He decides to offer Spade a job working for his family. After all, Spade should be afraid of him. ______________________________________ "Please? I'll make you a counter offer." "Are you trying to bribe me...?" "Shut up and listen!" Elijah took a moment to think over his options. "I'm listening!" Spade threw his hands up in disbelief. "Tells me to shut up, then stops talking... son of a bitch..." He muttered angrily under his breath. "What if I offer you a job? Work for my family. I'll pay you. You'll have your own room to stay in." _______________________________________ (I do own the cover art!)
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*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

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