The Life Of The Doppelganger #Book 2
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  • Reads 35,748
  • Votes 1,179
  • Parts 34
  • Time 4h 31m
Complete, First published Jun 15, 2013
She used to be abused both physically and mentally by the one person that she thought should love her and call her he's little girl but also by the students of her school.

It all changed when the school had new students and a certain male catches her eye especially when he smells differently from the others.

Little did she know that meeting him would change her life forever.

She was just a muted girl at the beginning of this story that had no friends and no purpose to live but that all changed when she met that one boy that had a very big secret and helped her find her voice again.

Read on to see what happens to her! 

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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.