Playing The Player Boys

Playing The Player Boys

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** BOY'S POV ** Fast clicking of heels and a union of girly giggles was clearly heard in the empty streets and we followed it with all our might . *-*-*-*-* **GIRL'S POV ** ( LAUGHING AND RUNNING ) Girl 1: - This was so much fun . Girl 2-: Their faces were literally priceless . Girl3:- OMG!! V if I wasn't straight I would have fallen for you already Girl4:- I know.... I am the best!! AUTHOR'S NOTE Guys this is our first ever book so please please support us and inspire us to entertain you to the best of our capabilities :)
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Excerpt: "I thought you loved me. I believed you," Max said with a broken heart. "No... I don't. That's the thing, my dear... you believed. It was all about bet. So now we can say goodbye to each other," I smirked at him. Really... He believed I loved him. Looking at his heartbroken face, I felt accomplished. I turned to the group of my friends and said, "I won the bet... now you all have to do as I say." I said with triumph. I heard something drop on the ground. I looked back at Max to see his reaction. His face had fallen ashen. A lone tear rolled down his cheek. There was pin-drop silence. Max stepped back and turned. He left silently. I kept looking at him until he disappeared from my sight. Do you get excited when people honestly believe the story you are telling, and their expressions change according to your story? Well, I feed off people's reactions to my stories. I call them stories, but people around me think of them as lies. I am Angel, but nothing about me is angelic. I am a player and a liar... Ooops... storyteller from my college. I am a rich, beautiful, prankster, and popular girl in my college. Nothing is impossible for me. I mean nothing-which also includes winning Maxwell. A smart, beautiful, shy, and good boy. My next target. Two different personalities. One is a compulsive liar, and the other is the embodiment of truth. What happens when a lie becomes truth and truth becomes a lie? Join me on the journey of Angel and Maxwell's love story. © Original story and characters belong to the author. All characters are fictional. The book cover used belongs to its respective original owner and is not owned by the author.

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