Hold My Heart

Hold My Heart

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WILL GO UNDER SERIOUS AND MAJOR EDITING... "Stop-cutting-me-off," I rambled in one sentence. That garnered me a few looks from the students scattered across the different tables. "And stop it." "Okay okay, alright," he raised his hands in surrender, trying to suppress his grin. He scratched the back of his head, his eyebrows furrowed. "Hey uh, do you have a pencil I could use?" I sighed. "Yes I do. If I give you it will you stop talking?" He nodded, pursing his lips. I bent over to rummage through my backpack in hopes of finding my pencil case. "Why do you need one anyway?" "...'Cause I want to erase your past...and write our future." I deliberately sat upright, glaring at him as my hand retreated back up from the depths of my bag. He was grinning. • • • I can see the real you, but you can't see the real me... Farya's got the smarts, the sportiness, the 'exceptional' taste in style and the usual tendency to trip on air. Now, you may think she's referred to as the 'nerdy goody two shoes', but that ain't the case. She can be good and bad. The real deal. What's wrong with a-lil'-bit-a both? Denim's the new kid. Not kid, but guy. Plaid in a leather jacket, ripped washed jeans, the tattoos; cruising on a motor bike; I think you got the gist of it. But at the same time, you don't. He's tired of all the superficiality. There's just some aspects about him that no one really cares to understand. Can't someone see him for who he is? Who he really is? Find out what happens when the two embark on a journey, where they encounter countless events with jealous enemies, friends of friends and Denims humiliating situations. Will they give and get, or give and forget.... ________________ #515 General Fiction 05/02/19 #778 Chick-Lit 05/02/19 COPYRIGHTED. ALL. RIGHTS. RESERVED. A little warning--my fetus-self began this book, so there's A LOT of cringeworthy scenes, dialogues, and some very immature characters so...I shall tell you to proceed with caution if you mu
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[# 88 in TEEN FICTION on 14/3/18.] [#5 in angerissues on 10/05/2018] COMPLETED!!! No matter where you come from, your dreams are always valid. RULE 1: Never let anyone under estimate the power of your dreams. RULE 2: Always follow rule one. These were the only principles little Ria lived by. Her devoting and protective nature always came out as harsh and bitch-y. Everytime she felt threatened, her claws came out, ready to defend...to destroy. It's only you who knows the value of your dreams. So, what will she do when her exterminator walks into her life, ready to ruin everything she lives for. She fight's. A fight between two souls. ________________________________ "Who do you think you are?" she asked, bravery seeping through every syllable leaving her mouth. A devil carves fear, and when you don't give him that, he is agitated. "Your nightmare baby." he smirked as he leaned closer to her. They say never look into his eyes...he is evil. Don't cross paths with him...he is unforgiving. Never challenge him...he is destructive. But what did she do??? Every damn thing she wasn't supposed to! Add a punch to the already shaky equation and you'll find yourself amidst drama...teenage drama. Is it right to let these two souls collide? "I am not your damn servant whom you order around, get that straight through your thick skull!" with that she walked away like a pro if I may say so...leaving him staring at the place where she previously stood. When an ego is hurt, revenge is born. "Come on guys. . .we need to sort out some things," all his friends could do was watch; watch helplessly, as destruction planted it's ugly claws into their lives. A tale of destruction, misery, loyalty, friendship, trust and betrayal. "If you call yourself a dreamer, I call myself a dream-snatcher. You won't even know what hit you, little girl," he thought, as he smirked wickedly at her retreating figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has mild cursing be warned!

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