Chanel No.5

Chanel No.5

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I was outside on the patio walking up and down nervous as hell. My stomach was seemed to believe it was a gymnast at the Olympic Games. I couldn't do this anymore. It was too much. All I really needed right now was . . . A blunt. . . and him . . . but more so a blunt. "Viv?" I heard a voice from behind me. I reluctantly turned around to see an almost pathetic yet oddly adorable apologetic face. I let out a small sigh. "Look, I don't know if I can do this any-" When Viv a young, wild spirit leaves her boyfriend and is in desperate need of a job she seeks help from her frenemy Rico who provides her the job as a cleaner for the lonely Los Angeles writer Eric but upon a swiftly moving series of events the simple cleaning job she expected to have turns out to be much much more . . . Hope you guys like this book. Please rate, share and comment. It helps me out a lot and shout out to homie from the Gee DG Dear for the cover.
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ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

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