My Street Diaries, the key of worlds
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2016
Before I begin I would like to say that some characters and places in this book are not my original ideas. I give Aphmau all credit to those characters. But some characters and places are my own. NOTE that this story is not cannon and it is not up todate on the most recent mystreet and MC Diaries I have seen. She post so much its hard to keep up. There will be mixed referances to fix that gap though. If the story conflicts with Aphmau's rpg than please discard this story. Thank you for reading and plz injoy My Street diaries, key of world's!
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.