The Boy from my drawings.

The Boy from my drawings.

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Romance
Carrie Walters draws. It's her passion. But there's a particular someone she constantly draws. She conjured him from her imagination, and named him Howl. Howl is smooth, dangerous, completely gorgeous...and sadly fictional. until this point, Carrie's life was perfectly normal. Best friends, boyfriend dramas she could do without, stressful school days, the whole lot. But then one day, she' wakes up to see Howl's missing. Vanished from all of her drawings. So where could he be? Alive. Very alive. Very non-fictional, no longer made of pencil, and everything that Carrie had made him. But Carrie will discover there are some things about Howl that not even she had created. Will Carrie try her best not to fall for her not- so-fictional character? Can you fall in love with someone who isn't real? This is the story of Carrie Walters, and the boy from her drawings.
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