What's Love?

What's Love?

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., déc. 28, 2015
Mia Sanchez she was just a ordinary girl lives with a awful parents except her big brother, Jake. Mia don't know what love is and never experienced love was. She search it on internet but still didn't know what is love. One day on school the school bitch, Amy went up to her and pick on her, calling names at her. She's always depressed and felt lonely. That was the only thing part on her personality. But the next few hours, she went to the park and do something, When she fell off what she's sitting amd thinking that it was her last day to see the sun but no, she didn't expect to know that fall to the arms of the one and only... Kian Lawley Will Mia finally knew what love was? Or Will Kian teach Mia how to love? Find out in this story.
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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