MY BELOVED "PLAYBOY"

MY BELOVED "PLAYBOY"

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Romance
Meet Sarah Williams a little too crazy, happy go lucky daredevil who loves pranks and dares. she was loved almost by everyone around her and she had three bestfriends who she loved to no ends. But did all three of them love her back the same way? Her life was as close to perfect as it could get when a guy came along and changed her life... Enter Zatch Nicholas colleges ultimate hottie litrally worshiped by half femail student body. everyone except sarah and her bestfriends followed him like puppies and zatch on the other hand being the arrogant jerk loves stepping on her shoes and annoying her in any way possible. Their common friends dont understand why wont they just make peace and move on.. That is, Until the fatefull day were the secrets are finally uncovered...
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Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.

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