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Dysfunctional Love - bwwm romance [original version]
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Last published Tue, Nov 19, 2024
[THIS IS THE ORIGINAL VERSION OF A STORY IM REWRITING; but i will complete this version! as of chapter 16, all writings are from 2017-2019. ]
Grace Boyd was better off on her own. She had school, dance practice and work. On top of that, she had to take care of her handicapped mother. She didn't have time for involving others into her life.
As well as Derek Ryan. He was already alone as it is. He came off as strange and unfamiliar with his black hoodie masking his always beaten up face. No one speaks to him. Not even his brothers; the only two people that mean anything to him in the cruel world.
Both hardworking teenagers that live a difficult life. The story revolves around them. They meet and fulfill that spot they never knew needed to be filled.
When the genuine boxer meets the brave ballerina.
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