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Just For A Perfect Life

Just For A Perfect Life

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., sept. 25, 2012
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Just for a perfect life anne is struggling to do anything...even being someone she is not. She is poor and works full time but her needs drive her to the edge and she has to work in 'other' ways to get money.She is a high school student and they have just moved here.How she is keeping her social life stable only she knows. Her life is further effected when a rich guy from her new school falls for her. Yes she is pretty but not the one he deserves. In her old place no one wanted to go out with her because she was the un-go-outable but here things are different? but why all this misery and how she copes up, is the real story. It is love, betrayal and lies.......
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They say betrayal never comes from your enemies. I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too. The night it happened, everything changed. I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself. It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after. Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever. After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why. Why me? Why now? Why them? So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do? I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start. I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully. Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin. But then... I saw him. At the club. Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet. He didn't just walk in; he owned the room. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned. He was power. He was danger. He was everything I told myself to avoid. But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love. And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again. This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.

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