College Boys

College Boys

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture43m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., mai 30, 2017
"Mature men are better than boys," *** Amanda Whitewood is the typical slut - she fucks everything and everyone. But some forget that she's human too. High school is particularly cruel to Amanda - it's filled with judgemental hypocrites and playboys. Amanda only looks for fun. *** Carmicheal Lynch is a college boy. Fraternities, parties and girls are the only things that appeal to him. But Amanda seems to pique his interest, too. *** WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE, SWEARING AND STUFF WILL BE HERE! TRIGGER WARNINGS: BULLYING, SUICIDE, ABUSE, SELF- HARM, ETC. Note: This book deals with sensitive topics so please don't be insensitive. *** Highest rating: #308 in Romance Oh, and everything will be proofread. *** 《S L O W U P D A T E S》
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- scrapped because my writing is terrible in this book and i'm no longer invested in the characters - Valentina Jones has always despised Vincent Pierce, but that's only because she's reciprocating the hatred. With Vincent and the two mean girls at school always making fun of her, she is done with everyone's bullshit, but will a drunk encounter between her and Vincent change everything? ** "I just want to forget everything. I want my brain to shut off." I sigh heavily, leaning back on the chair, and putting my head on the counter. "You might regret that in the morning," He chuckles, looking over at me. "You know what else I will regret? Having these thoughts about you that infiltrate my mind." I hiccup, then sip from my bottle again. "You are starting to spill your secrets." He leans his head in his hand, staring at me. I hiccup again, "Wanna hear more?" They might fool around, but said they said they would never speak of it again and that it was the first and last time. Though, they might be wrong. They both have their secrets, that they will tell each other eventually. I guess they really are parallel to one another. use of the n word angst sexual content

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