Love and Fury

Love and Fury

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"I wonder what it would be like to be loved. Real genuine love. The kind of love where you roll over in bed on a Saturday morning and see your lover. Your hair looks like a wreck, bad morning breath, crusties in the corners of your eyes and your partner still looks at you like you're the most beautiful person they have ever seen. The kind of love where even though you have been together for years, your whole body still overheats when they touch you." This is what Taylor is thinking about. Her mental illness, trust issues, and childhood trauma has made it impossible for her to be able to give and receive love like a normal person. Or as close to normal as you can be in this messed up world. All she wants is the love you see in the fairy tales, but all she chooses is intolerable messed up boys, and not real gentleman. So, what happens when she actually does meet that real gentleman? Will her insecurities, past traumas and mental illness get in the way? Or will she get her happily ever after? ***NOT FINISHED. Trying to do weekly chapters!***
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#Highest Rating: #102 IN TEEN-FIC I put on my Gucci jacket, strapped on my Jimmy Choos, ran a manicured hand through my freshly-curled hair, and applied a single stroke of my ruby red matte lipstick. He yawned happily from the bed. "Last night was amazing." He said, with a satisfied look. "Should I make you some coffee?" "Don't bother." I replied edgily, as my light eyebrows shot up my forehead, and a suave smirk crept onto my lips. "I'm never seeing you again, mister." The look on his face. Priceless. This is why I do it, the sheer joy I get to see guys this way. ******** Meet me. Ashley Chelsea Parker. THE girl. Sure, I am the Queen of Highschool, not in the innocent head cheerleader way you might be guessing, but in the 'Playgirl Parker' way. Guys want to have me. They not just dream of the amazing night they want to spend with me in bed, but also of changing me, from a playgirl to a whipped girl. All the time, when I hook up, I pity these assholes for thinking 'As If' that could ever happen. Girls want to be me. They dream of possessing the looks, charm, manner, popularity, talent, and all the perfection in me. And then, in anxiety to prove they actually dislike me and are not just plain jealous, they become what the other gender was born as: a dick. And I, then of course, be the bigger one. Flatter me, and I might just be nice to you if you're lucky, but just try to be at the same level as me, and I'll show you how far below you are. But I've had enough experience with many people to know they are certified bitches. All I now bother, is to be the biggest bitch of them all. ******** Presenting to you, the Playgirl Parker. #1 in the Playgirl series. Please try the book, at least once. You're so gonna love this. Hey awesome people. I've recently signed up for a contest, so please read this book, share it on, and keep updated too. Love you Lots, Sheya.

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