||Healed With Scars||(on hold)

||Healed With Scars||(on hold)

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"You're beautiful..." he said looking into my eyes, his eyes held adoration and love...something i could never return eventhough he was my own blood. Unfortunately It's too late to believe anything anymore. --- ~Be fearless but don't let it be a reason for someone else's fear~ That's exactly what Hope Rosaline Russo used to believe in. She isn't a princess waiting for her Prince charming. She's a soldier waiting for a signal. A signal to freedom, A signal to happiness, A signal for her scars to heal. Unfortunately her scars never healed...instead she "Healed with scars..." PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY BOOK IT MAY BE SHIT BUT ITS MY SHIT! ;<
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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