My ever soo wonderful life
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~Complete
Please Don't Set My Heart Aflame
My name is Jessica. Jessica Laylee. I'm nothing special. I'm not that "cool kid" you see around school with a ton of friends. I'm not hated by everyone, either. I'm a nobody. Nothing more to it. Always have been, and always will be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She has a secret. Not a legend, but a story. He lives a double life, showing nothing but his ego. All they wanted was a reason to live. The last thing she wanted was for her heart to burn. It was all that made it out safe.Complete
Letters I'll Never Send
These are a collection of letters to people that I will never send. They just sum up my thoughts and feelings about how awesome, annoying, and weird the people I know are. I could never let them see these or my life would be ruined! *DISCLAIMER* I have changed the names of the people for privacy reasons. When you see the name 'Emily' know that is not my actual name. When you see names like 'Ross' and 'Jasmine' know that those are not the actual names either. Thank you. Enjoy my life summed up in letters that I will NEVER send!Complete
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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɴᴏᴛ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴀᴅ. - ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴡᴀᴅꜱᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟᴏɴɢꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ Completed ✔️Complete
His Love His Hate
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~
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