He Has My Heart

He Has My Heart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Sep 18, 2016
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Romance
This story is about a beautiful girl, new in town, for a reason that drove her and her mom through tough times. Unknowingly, she falls in love with a bad boy that has a terrible temper when it comes to boys messing with his girl. So when a older guy starts to take her breathe away, what lengths will bad boy Tyler Reese go to make Kevin Johnson go away from his potential love Celine Harper, and not to mention her dark past that seems to be resurfacing. Join both 19 year olds and one 21 year old on a crazy love triangle and craziness unordinary obstacles that will have your heart jumping with excitement. Who Will She Choose? -------------------------------- ©Copyright 2016 All rights reserved Please do not copy my story
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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