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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 24, 2024
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"Suddenly that rope over there looks really nice...huh." I hate my life, the day I turned 18 everything went downhill. I should've never did that, I don't even know what I was thinking. My heart aches, I feel like I've fell down a ditch. My mind wants to leave, it's best for me right? But my heart pulls me closer to him. I know its bad, I should've never fallen for him, the games he played on my heart, how he always got his way. Its annoying, I should stop before my heart gets consum- no, not just my heart.. my body. Consumed in his acid. Played by his strings. The only reason i'm living this pathetic life is because of my friend. Zahra. My best friend in the whole wide world... we've been together since we were basically infants. Grown to be with each other, fight each other, and love each other. Almost like sisters. I thought my life would be perfect, when I turned 18. I mean, nice birthday presents, a somewhat loving family, annoying siblings.. But I am trapped in my parents hands, played like a puppeteer. If he never came to my class, my life would be on equal terms. Still bad, but at least it would be equally bad, and not struggles there and here. The boy really fucked up my life, I'm already suffering from practically being suffocated with my parents. "I'm everywhere, mind, heart, inside.. you can't get rid of me." That's what he said, it's what he said before my life went crashing down What's a girl gotta do to just let loose? _ There's an exciting plot twist towards the middle of this book. What will the plot twist be? Will it be Amara and the boy, or someone else? Find out to know more.. Story contains graphic language and descriptions. Read at your own risk, you've been warned. Copyright©2024☞ICONICxMikA - All Rights Reserved ©All Rights Reserved (Cover found on pintrest lol.)
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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