Riptide
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Ongoing, First published Feb 19, 2015
The ocean is undoubtedly one of Rarity's favorite places. To he,r it's a kind of escape from her worries and responsibilities. A way to detach herself from reality and live in her own world for a bit. So after a long day of school mixed with her tiring job at the boutique, she naturally returns to the beach, where she decides to pop out some champagne and enjoy the sights... That is, until her certain rainbow haired friend joins the picture. Like anybody would when with arguably one of the most annoying people in the world, Rarity expects her time of relaxation for be completely and utterly ruined. 

How wrong was she.
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47 parts Ongoing

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.