True Love

True Love

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This is about a girl named Gracie who wants to find that special someone and she also wants to be happy then she runs into her old childhood best friend Garret who still has feelings for her but his ex girlfriend Leanna the girl who bullied Gracie for her weight glasses and no family has also come back now Gracie wants to run away again but Garret won't let her escape him again he is rich powerful handsome sweet kind caring and nice to certain people but he is rude mean angry and possessive and also obsessed with Gracie but will Garret get rid of his ex girlfriend Leanna and get the girl he wants or is this the end will Gracie let him back into her heart again after 10 years away from the one she loves or will she let Leanna hurt her again now 2021
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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