THAT WAY OR THE OTHER

THAT WAY OR THE OTHER

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"He was her first love and only love for that matter, and she never wanted to lose him. Never. Because in her tender mind and heart, she loved him." "Her whole life, she struggled for her freedom, she struggled to get out of that prison she called home, all because of what?" ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ In 1969, she was just a young woman chasing the dreams she thought would save her. She never knew she'd want to chase more different things than being the perfect future wife to Lawrence Emeri, but there's more seen to the eye than shown.
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Completed✔️ Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 15 so it is a bit cliché, and many mistakes in the story:) All Brooklyn's life, she's been more of a boy than a girl. She's only ever lived with her single dad and her three older brothers, which means she was bound to grow up more like them. So, when she moved all the way from New York to Tennessee, it wasn't much of a surprise until she met Alex, the one of many popular boys at the high school. Until she realized that Alex decided to make her life a living hell. Well, that's what Brooklyn thought, at least... ___ "He leaned in and put a hand behind my head to kiss me, leaving me frozen and speechless. Almost instinctively, after a moment of processing, I stood on my tippy toes and replaced my fingers in his hair, my other hand on his neck. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, replacing my hunger for food, as he pressed me against a vacant wall. Without a word, he lifted me up while my legs wrapped around his waist, leaning in closer to him, even after there was no more space to fill." [600k] May 3, 2019 [700k] June 8, 2019 [900k] October 1, 2019 [1M] December 18, 2019

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