PURPLE

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LECTURAS 141
Votos 12
Partes 14
Hora 10m

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He promised he'd come back.

It's been 3 years. 




I just want him back.



(A/N THIS STORY IS COMPLETED.)

(Also, this not a long story. The chapters are short and the story itself is short. Enjoy!)Todos los derechos reservados

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Four years ago, a 13-year-old blackmailed me into friendship by holding my doughnut captive. We've been close ever since. I soon noticed that I wanted to be more than just friends. I was in love with my best friend. But sadly, he didn't feel the same way. I thought my world was over. I was crushed. But to my utmost yet most delighted surprise, I just happened to fall into the arms of a certain bad boy. Literally. He didn't just save me from what could've been a hell of a concussion that night. He saved my heart too. But hey, let's not get in over our heads now. It wasn't that easy. Not even close. After all, when two opposing worlds clash for the very first time, we can't just expect it to be all rainbows and sunshine. Now, do we?

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