The Bad Boy's Valentine

The Bad Boy's Valentine

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"You're broken. I can see it." Valentine said with a sad melancholy look on her face. "You can't love me," Alyxander replied, "No one can." Valentine held his hand and brought it closer to her heart. "Let me try." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valentine Elizabeth Prescott never really felt like she fit in. Most of her time at school was spent being a loner. She only felt like she truly belonged at her chess club, a safe haven to her. When the bad boy, Alyxander Dante Draven, walks into her life, will she finally have her own Valentine?
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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