Hopeless Fantasies

Hopeless Fantasies

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Ryan seemed sweet; he was a tall, somewhat bulky guy with ginger hair and a big, goofy smile. Becca saw him daily for eleven months, on the twelfth they met. Becca starts to wonder about his over protectiveness for his little sister; she starts to see a bigger picture developing from his goofy grin. And she starts to ponder the real reason that this French boy has for moving to England. He wants to change the world for his little sister; and he wants to start changing it with Becca. But Becca worries that his World will come crashing down all around him, when he realises that this world can never be a Fairy Tale. **** ~~ I feel like I need to stop stealing all the good dreams from my mum, so this is the first Book that I came up with without sleeping; Yay! x33 ~~ **** This is a weird romance, not exactly stereotypical/cliché... But enjoy.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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