𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋
  • Reads 135
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 32m
  • Reads 135
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 7
  • Time 32m
Ongoing, First published Dec 09, 2024
I'm still your babydoll, still your babydoll
drop me when you're bored of me
done with me, until then, I'm your babydoll


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Ari, who is fifteen, lost her parents two years ago in a terrible shooting. She has been living with twenty-two-year-old Jaxon, who was also a great friend of her parents. They raised him while his mother was addicted to drugs. He and Ari have a weird relationship. They both like each other but he brings other girls home which makes Ari jealous. They have an intimate relationship also and while dealing with the death of her parents she also struggles mentally.
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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.