Arabella Marx is a nineteen year old intern, working for the New York Times as part of her internship program at NYU. She works as an assistant for a young reporter, Sebastian Winters, who has been chasing a certain story - or man, rather - for months now. Sebastian likes to call him the 'X-man.' There's a thief in New York City, that has robbed two banks, three convenient stores, and one outlet mall. He's never been spotted on video, no one has ever snapped any photos of him, other than one snapshot from behind. One night, Sebastian sends Bella out to gather photos from the last crime scene, - the convenient store on the corner - and while there, she's confronted by a lanky man with wild brown hair, and a thick English accent. He leaves her a few ominous words, then leaves without a goodbye, only to show up again. Soon, Bella realizes exactly who has been paying her all of these visits, and she's frightened for her life.
A girl who has just figured out what she wants to do with her life. She yearns to travel the globe; taste what the world has to offer; her hands are outstretched toward the feeling of utter and complete happiness knowing she is where she is supposed to be. Where she is destined to be. Not knowing that her so-called destiny means running into a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of One Direction. Will she be brave enough to knock down her own walls and let him in? Will she let something that has the all-encompassing potential to be utterly and irrevocably amazing happen?
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Feel free to check out my Teen Fiction story, "7 Letters".
Description:
"For an insurmountable time, I sat there, in my parked car, staring blankly through the windshield with jumbled thoughts. How dare he try and charm his way back into my life? How could he? What he did was unforgivable. Unreasonable. The very thought of what he did makes me cringe and disgusted in not only him but of the person that I put so much faith and belief in. I believed he’d prove everything I ever thought, wrong. I believed the people I loved wouldn’t hurt me. But there I was again, proving myself wrong as well. I was left with nothing but hurt, doubt and regret weighing heavy on my weak, fragile shoulders."
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Age 5, 6 words and 7 letters.
At the age of 5, there were 6 words and 7 letters that brought Philipa and Matthew together. Matthew was the last person Philipa expected to hurt her in the most unimaginable way possible. He proves her wrong and replaces all of the faith and trust she had in him and the world before her with doubt and distrust. Will these seven letters be the only thing to bring them back together like it did the first time?
Link: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8282053-7-letters