Why do you love me (Ray Ray love story)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 31, 2015
This story is about a girl name mya who......let's just say the nerd in the school.....the beautiful nerd if she takes off those glasses.she does have friends and she is very grateful for that .until this boy comes and change here whole life around.she also an only child her mom always took care of her,her dad died in a car accident when she was at the age of three but now she's 15 going on to sixteen and having a party in a week from now. 
So follow me on this wonderful journey of why do you love me!!!!!!!!!!!
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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.