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Thugs Don't Chase Love?

Thugs Don't Chase Love?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 25, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
Demitri is just a regular 17 year old kid who is the son of the highest drug lord in Miami and will take his father's throne soon. He gets good grades, is one of the most popular guys in school, an has great looks. All girls wants to be his queen but he only has eyes for one girl. Kristina Davis. Kristina is classified as a nobody in school. Everyone basically just walk over her, or that's just the way she sees it. She hopes one day she can succeed in life and just have someone notice her. When these two are put in a tight situation, will things spark? Or will this thug have to quit the race?
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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