Living with the boys from hell

Living with the boys from hell

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WpMetadataReadComplete Tue, Nov 15, 20161h 53m
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Florence and her two brothers are forced to move in with the very rich Inferno family after there dad is caught being in charge of an illegal drug dealing ring. Florence said that she's ready for anything but when she gets there and finds out that the Inferno family exists of 7 hot and very bad brothers she has second thoughts. The inferno brothers are not just the popular boys at school there also the bad boys. Which makes Florence's life harder than ever. Especially when she developed feelings for James Inferno. Filled with heartbreak, love, protective brothers, a terrible eating disorder, fights and a lot of ditching school. Can Florence survive living with the boys from hell?
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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