The Girl Behind The Mask (Undergoing editing)

The Girl Behind The Mask (Undergoing editing)

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Never judge the girl without knowing her background. She's been through more than what most have. Her mask just something to show what society wants to see. A broken soul hiding behind a cheerful mask. ♢♤♡♧☆ This is not your typical quiet girl who falls for the bad boy. This is not your typical fairy tale of a girl and a boy who found something in each other. This is Sannie's story. She's your normal girl going through the hurricane of emotions in the bottle called college. But that is her when her mask is on. When her mask is not on, you don't see Sannie anymore. The girl without her mask on is called Sannyial. She's broken. She's hurt physically and emotionally. But Fate likes to be cruel to Sannyial. Fate tortured her. Fate deprived her of the thing she needs the most. Fate took Love away from her. But would Sannyial find Love and keep it? Or will her broken soul break before she could grasp Love in her hands? Read to experience the crazy, unexpected roller-coaster with Sannie as you go through her tornado called life. -This is a romance novel, not about a girl who goes though pure hell, so please don't be discouraged by the few starting sentence or the title!- ~Thanks for giving my book a shot, it mean the world to me <3
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Cold Eyes

Her world had never been soft. She'd learned too quickly that people could love you one day and rip the ground out from under you the next. So she built herself out of armor: cool smirks, careless words, the lie that she didn't care. She convinced everyone around her that she was untouchable, that she didn't need anyone to stay. That way, if they left, it wouldn't matter. But the truth was, she longed for the chaos. She trusted it more than stability, because at least chaos was honest. At least when something was toxic, when it was tension-filled and dangerous, you knew exactly where you stood- you knew it could hurt you. What unsettled her more was the idea of something pure, something kind, because that was where betrayal liked to hide. He's cold. She's reckless. And somewhere between jealousy, secrets, and a Halloween Party that changes everything Athena learns that sometimes the scariest thing isn't being hated. It's being wanted. *** Writing for my bestfriend!

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