THE WRITE TIME: Montereal Series #1 (On-Going)

THE WRITE TIME: Montereal Series #1 (On-Going)

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Jacques Yves Estevez, a famous best actress in the show business industry is lowkey fangirling a writer. She just woke up one day, being the actress playing the role as the leading lady of the TV adaptation of her favorite novel. Then, she met this man Lawrence Philip Montereal- a film director and a famous bachelor of his generation. The war between the two started to arise, will their love and hate relationship work? Can Yves find her true self throughout the process of knowing Lawrence?
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I pushed him with as much force as I could, which made him stumble slightly, but he succeeded in maintaining his balance and escaped falling. That was when I got a chance to see his face. Oh, my gosh!! He is so handsome...wait...I have seen him somewhere...somewhere...what the...!! He...he is Mr. Shane Adams, the CEO of Adams' Empire. But why the heck did he kiss me? Did he misunderstand me for someone else? "How dare you push me? Do you even know who I am?" He asked, angrily. "Don't give me that shit of 'Do you know who I am?' I know who you are, but how dare you kiss me without my permission?" I spat back. My statement fueled his anger, and now he was extremely furious. He had his hand balled into a fist. He slowly came closer to me and stopped just inches from me. "You lousy mouse. You are nothing but a slut. Do you hear me? You are.a.slut!" he whispered into my ear from my back, holding both of my hands tightly. I could no longer take it, as I was beyond furious at this point. I punched him hard on his handsome face, and the side of his lips started bleeding. Serves him better! And that was how Lara and Shane met. They weren't opposites. They weren't alike either. Just two people who shouldn't have crossed paths... yet somehow kept running into each other again and again. Step into the chaotic love story of Shane and Lara. PS: Yes, it's cliché. But the kind you won't be able to stop reading. PS II: I think my 18-year-old self nailed this story. tee..hee

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