Never: A Novel(Book One)

Never: A Novel(Book One)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., juin 20, 2015
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Fiction
Fantasy
Isabelle has lost much. She ended up at age thirteen, with no family, friends, or anyone to keep her company, but...everything. Nature seems to be the only thing that moves with her, besides hatred. Cold thoughts corrupt the minds around her. Isabelle is becoming a dark shadow. And she wouldn't care, until she found something to care for. But that wasn't possible. She could never find something to hope for. Not once. Never.
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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