Only Just A Name (Phan)

Only Just A Name (Phan)

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"I should probably explain the letters. On your sixteenth birthday, you get the first letter of your soulmate's name 'tattooed' onto your wrist. Well, on the wrist of your soulmate's dominant hand. It just appears. And there's nothing you can do about it. Over time, the rest of the letters appear, spelling out your soulmate's full first name. It was a different pace for everyone. My letter appeared on my left wrist on the 30th of January this year." Phil Lester, a sixteen year old and a grade 11 student at a Manchester state school, is one of many his age experiencing the same thing: the soulmate tattoos. Appearing on the wrist of your soulmate's dominant hand, the tattoos eventually reveal the first name of your soulmate. What will happen when the person he least expects but also his best friend's name is inked into his skin? Does it mean something? Or is it only just a name? WARNING: This book contains depressed character/s, mentions of suicide and smut in later chapters. ENJOY!!!! -Soph and Nel xxx (@thatonegeekgirl and @nelisthephangirl)
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We were all born with a tattoo on our left wrist; a countdown to the exact moment we would first look into the eyes of our soul mate; and I was going to meet mine tonight, around 8. My parents were soul mates; my grandparents were too; my brother had met his a few months ago and he’d been ridiculously in love since then. Everything around me seemed to work out just the way it was supposed to but I couldn’t help but be really skeptical about the whole thing. A part of me thought that people felt like they had to spend the rest of their life with the person that stood in front of them when their timer read ‘O’ and therefor convinced themselves that they were in love. Love was more than that to me; and no tattoo was going to tell me who I had to give my heart to, that was for sure.

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