You're On.

You're On.

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Georgia Archer has returned from her exchange trip to Paris, she find that her least favorite person Ian Adams has become worst then she remembers. He calls her Alabama, steals her underwear, and dumps water on her and her white shirt. Georgia doesn't take it, and picks up their feud right where it left off when she went on her trip. A pranking war begins. In a simple mis-wording Georgia accidently starts a rumor that Ian is gay. In attempts to put the rumor straight Ian blackmails Georgia into becoming his fake girlfriend until the whole thing blows over. While being forced to spend time with him, Georgia discovers she doesn't actually hate Ian as much as she says she does. "Can I just like punch you in the face or something?" I asked feeling the annoyed rage rattling my body. "No, but you can kiss me if you want." Ian replied infuriating me more. "No thanks, I'll just punch myself in the face." *COVER BY BerliozKitty*
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Ares

• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

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