CLASH OF HEARTS

CLASH OF HEARTS

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Genre: Romance, Enemies-to-Lovers, Young Adult Description: Lena Hayes and Adrian Carter have spent the last three years locked in an unspoken war. Whether it's academic competitions, snarky insults, or stolen victories, they've made it their mission to outshine each other at every turn. But when a prestigious internship forces them to work together, their rivalry takes an unexpected turn. As they spend more time together, the lines between hate and something far more dangerous begin to blur. Lena refuses to believe that the boy who once made her life miserable could be anything but an enemy. Adrian swears he's only teasing her because it's fun to watch her get riled up. But when stolen glances become lingering touches and arguments turn into something more heated, they're both faced with a terrifying realization: They might just be falling for the one person they swore to hate. And the worst part? Neither of them knows how to stop it.
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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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