A thousand letters

A thousand letters

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 20, 2021
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Action and Thriller
A thousand letters ---------- What do you do when your boyfriend murders your parents. Well that's the question Herenda is having to ask herself She's the most popular girl in college Britcheser University so was her always high boy friend. Melt downs ,beat downs ,possible death and pep rally's and getting her mail box full of our condolences and people treating her like a child. Herenda learns that she has absolutely no idea what hers boyfriend is cable of .And if trying to put him in jail isn't hard enough everyones worried about her which she hates. Her boyfriend still writes to her every day even though he killed her parents to woo her back Well it's gonna take a lot more than a thousand letters for that to happen. Rated PG no cussing
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π“Šπ“‹Όπ“Šπ“‹Όπ“Š "What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips. "What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?" "I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh. I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me. I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck. "Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us. π“Šπ“‹Όπ“Šπ“‹Όπ“Š Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town. He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces. She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated. Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them? Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse

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