Fighting With My Heart

Fighting With My Heart

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Cover art by : daff123 18 year old Lila Celeste Robertson has just been uprooted from her countryside lifestyle her days of sun tanning by her pool with her few close friends and soon to be boyfriend are over. Her mother informs her she's moving with her to Vancouver, Canada miles from her hometown. Little does she know that this little town she's moving to is filled with a certain boy who she just can't keep her hands or mind off of. But when she learns who and what he is will she still want him?will love prevail? Or will her heart start a war? ©COPYRIGHTS OF 1994- ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO ALEXANDRIAC~~ALEXANDRIA FOR IDEAS, CONCEPTS, CHARACTERS, BEHAVIORS AND SCENES
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It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

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