Magnets In Love (BWWM)

Magnets In Love (BWWM)

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Here she was again, hurt, heart broken from this one person. Him. He had made her a promise, she'd been naive to believe it. "I would never hurt you, I'm not like the others babe, I'm one of a kind." After all of this, she still loved him whole heartedly. She'd let him break down her walls brick by brick just having confidence in one frail promise. Brielle wasn't your average 15 year old, she'd been through a lot and was faced with the challenge to mature quicker than others but still stood with her head high. As a result of her struggles, she'd made up in her mind that she'd never love again. Here comes rich white boy, Nicolas Cassidine age 17 with a promise that would persuade her to let him into her cold heart. He's just taken with her, but can what the duo has survive despite their indifferences? A racist society A rich boy, a barely financially stabilized girl A black Bahamian/American girl, Italian boy. Can it work out? Let's see the story of Bre and Nicky
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"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24 ©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

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