Story cover for Deviant Hearts  by anonymouslyzwritten
Deviant Hearts
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  • Parts 43
  • Time 7h 56m
  • Reads 176
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 43
  • Time 7h 56m
Ongoing, First published Apr 19
"Deviant hearts" is the First book in the hearts consumed series. 

Caesar is the perfect son two is cop father and Mother but they don't know that Caesar has a secret life He's the ruthless, adrenaline-fueled leader of The Red Snakes-a feared gang in the underground world of illegal street racing, brutal street fights, and all-night warehouse parties. His real world is full of neon lights, fast cars, blood, and blurred lines.

He's got a different girl every night, a reputation for never catching feelings, and enough secrets to ruin his perfect-boy image in seconds.

Then he meets her under coincidence. 

She's not from his world.

She's just a goof girl who takes a wrong turn and ends up at one of his races.

Either way, she's Innocent. Untouchable. And she doesn't fall for his charm-she snaps back when he flirts. She calls him out on his cocky attitude.

And he can't stop thinking about her.



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