Our Anger (y/n x Vance Hopper)
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  • Reads 2,045
  • Votes 51
  • Parts 5
  • Time 23m
Ongoing, First published Aug 26, 2022
Y/n Blake has a situation that changed her life for good. She had a Mental Breakdown and her dad put her in therapy, hoping she'd get better. Even after therapy she still felt alone and she still had her breakdowns. The doctors don't think they're just breakdowns anymore, maybe something bigger. But, she sees someone she hasn't talked to in a very long time. Can he help her? Or will he just make her worse?

Sorry if this story is pretty shit, I'm pretty shit so it matches up. Hope you enjoy it <3
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.