Twisted Writing

Twisted Writing

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𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗡 was a dreamer, perfectionist, and overthinker -three traits that combined together formed a chaos that people would call perfection. She worked hard to inherit her father's position in the family business, one of the largest and most successful companies in America. Everyone knew she had only one goal: success. Few knew that behind the curtain was just a girl with a lump in her throat all day, with repressed feelings and a head full of various thoughts she couldn't express to anyone. They didn't know she was a tormented girl. With a very differend dream. A girl yearning to be heard. 𝗞𝗔𝗭 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗡, New York's golden bachelor, charming, seductive, charismatic, and extremely sexy as well as playful, could have anyone he wanted with just a flash of his brilliant smile or a look from his piercing and killer blue eyes. Many would say that, being the son of the owner of the fastest and most secure postal service in America, his life was already set and he wouldn't have to lift a finger, but his ambition drove him to aspire for much more than what he already had and would inherit when his father passed away. He was much more than a party soul with a bubbly personality; he was truly a lone wolf who only mingled in high circles, someone extremely ambitious who used his charm to create future contacts. He had no time for relationships. He had big ideas for the future. What he wanted, he got it. Their story began by a twist of fate, because the world had a twisted sense of humor that brought together two lonely souls who wore masks in front of others. It all started because she sent letters to no one, to relieve the lump she had in her throat all day, and he had a morbid curiosity that made him read those mysterious letters... Their relationship was as chaotic yet beautiful as the ink letters on paper pages.
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Isabella Harper, a nineteen-year-old, lost her color vision after her sister's suicide. She shut down herself from everyone and remained in her world until her parents force her to go to college. She couldn't get into a hotshot university since she was home-schooled. Isabella settled with a community college in Dunwoody, Georgia. Trying to live a normal life with her vision, Isabella is dragged into a whole new world. Everything happens for a reason. She meets new people, experiences new emotions, and discovers secrets and the reason behind her sister's death. Now she wants revenge. Battling demons from her past, going to underground fights and nightclubs, hacking into a porn site, and on top of everything, there's Hunter Armstrong. Warning ⚠️ This book contains dark themes, mature and triggering content, i.e. description/talk of suicide, rape, porn, and mature language. ~^~^~^~ His lips cupped mine, and a swell of warmth unfurled in my heart. It was gentle and soft, something I never expected from a guy like him. He moved his right hand from my cheek to my waist, tugging me against him, and molded our bodies together. A wave of electricity went down to my core when he licked my lips. "Open your mouth, Bella." His commanding husky voice against my lips jolted my heart, and I followed his order like a slave. With no control, a moan erupted from my throat as his tongue met mine. It was barely audible, but I knew he heard it when he smiled against my lips. He swept my hair from my face to my back and gathered them in his fist. He tugged my head back, deepening the kiss, and my heart thrashed in my chest. At that moment, I didn't need drugs to know what being high felt like because his lips were enough to send me on nine clouds. Just once and I was addicted to it. If this is how being kissed feels like, then fuck, I've wasted a lot of time. ~^~^~^~ FEATURED ON: @Romance (Romantic Suspense) HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Goodgirl, Darkpast #2 Badboy #5 Newadu

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