The Spoiled Brat's Bestfriend

The Spoiled Brat's Bestfriend

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She was the greatest, I was just good. She was the beauty, I was just pretty. She was the smartest, I knew things. She was the Queen, I was her slave. She was remote control, I was the television. She used me, I was willing to be used. Summer Chase has always been the tag-along friend of Heather Diamonds, the heiress to Diamonds Jeweleries. They used to be true friends, well that was until kindergarten ended. Ever since then she realized that she was only used into Heather's success without even giving her credits. The high exams, the dresses and shirts, the many things Heather was proclaimed for, it was all because of Summer. Summer wanted to get away from that little witch, Miss Goody Two shoes heiress, and she did well not until the witch found her and decided to hex her again. Who knows if Summer will survived without ever attempting to kill Heather, but it's pretty sure drama's coming in her way. ● ● ● All Rights Reserved
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We met in thorns sharp enough to pierce me from the very start. His words cut deep, leaving marks I couldn't ignore, and his dark eyes with the shade of red I swore I'd never fall into. He was the worst, the last person I ever wanted to hold on to. And yet, I did Because no matter how hard I tried, destiny kept pulling us back together And no matter how many times his thorns drew blood, I realized I'd rather bleed holding his rose . . . than watch it fade from my hands Isn't that what love is? Bleeding for the rose, just to see it bloom?

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