Bad Boy Gang Leader

Bad Boy Gang Leader

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 16, 2016
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Romance
Jessie Winters has always been what people considered normal, she had friends, the popular best friend, but her herself was just normal. Her life was as it usually was that is until the bad boy of the school decided to take an interest in her. Her whole world seems to be crashing down around her, due to jealous bitches, rivals and overall the danger of it all. Will Troy be able to protect his little 'Kitten'? Little does Jessie know the bad boy Troy Knight had a secret that would make or break her...
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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