Love and Fame

Love and Fame

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Imagine being a typical teen who loves music. At just 13, Summer Hart, was dragged into the music industry. She pretty much plunged in head first. Let me back up, Summer's father died when she was bout eight. Leaving her with the wicked witch of the west who soon found out about her gift. Of course, all she cared about was the money and fame. And seven years later, Summer is still controlled by her step-mother. That is... until she meets young and dashing Carter Greyson who was assigned to be her new bodyguard. What do you think will happen? Read to find out more...
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"Who are you?" the boy asked, his gaze fixed on me. I looked at him, taking in his appearance. He had dark brown hair that was slightly messy, soft curls forming at the edges. My gaze traced the tattoos peeking from under his sleeves, intricate designs etched along his toned arms, his eyes shimmered under the dim light, catching the faint glow of the alley and held something unreadable, an intensity that made it hard to look away. His tan skin stood out against the dim light of the alley, adding to his striking presence. Realizing I was staring, I glanced behind him and noticed he had come out of a plain black door. I hadn't even realized it was there. "Who are you?" I echoed, tilting my head slightly. He smirked. "Nice act. Come on, what do you need? A picture? An autograph?" His brow lifted as he studied me, waiting for a response. I sighed, brushing off the assumption. "I don't need anything from you. I genuinely have no idea who you are." "Damian Reed," he introduced himself smoothly. His voice deep and raspy, carrying a rough edge that made me pause for a second. "And you are?" "Estella." He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. "Estella White," I added. ~~~~~ Damian Reed. The boy in the band. Love and relationships have never been kind to him-more like a series of disappointments. He has fans, plenty of them, and could have anyone he wants. But that kind of love has never been enough. The only person who seems to understand him is a girl he met online. Will they ever meet? Maybe one day. Estella White. The girl with the shattered past. The man she calls her father is nothing more than an abusive alcoholic. Life hasn't been the same since her mother's death. Rumours and lies spread like wildfire, leaving her broken. But there's only one person who keeps her together. Can you guess who?

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