Dear Dad,

Dear Dad,

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A collection of letters that a daughter wrote to her father of everything that she wishes she could say to him. She will, eventually... but until then? She'll keep writing until she works up the courage to tell him. [The chapters for this story are usually short, so don't let the number of chapters scare you :D ]
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Highest rankings: Cliche romance: #1 (8th November 2019) Crush: #2 (2nd December 2019) Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Olivia Jones is an anti-social, clumsy, funny, shy, and a well-rounded person. She has one best friend, Emily Miller and is grateful for her since her parents can't seem to make time for her apart from the holidays and her older brother is off at college. Emily decides to take Olivia to a party hosted by her boyfriend, Kyle who just happens to be best friends with Austin King. It's been a year since Austin asked Olivia out and she rejected him but his fragile little ego can't seem to handle it, that brings us to the current day, where Austin has made it his priority, to get her to fall in love with him. Or is that the only reason? Just his luck, they get thrown in together for a round of seven minutes in heaven, well to Olivia, it's hell where he kisses her and claims her as his. (Whatever that means) and from there on, things take a sharp turn. She hates him. But how thin is the line between love and hate? . . . . . "I like you, Olivia and you're mine. And you can't do anything to change that." he stated before he took a step forward and pressed his lips to mine. What the holy frickity frackity freaking hell just happened? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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