Too Sweet [Nick Jackson]

Too Sweet [Nick Jackson]

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., juil. 11, 2020
He was a fun-loving guy with good Christian values and beliefs that he was never afraid to share with anyone. Then there was her: a foul-mouthed, pessimistic beauty, with a craving for the extreme and any type of takeout. He had his friends, his loyal stable. She was keen on self-independence and tried her best to keep most people at arms length. He believed in life after death and the man upstairs. She only believed in the now and what she could come in contact with. Eventually came a time when they both drastically wanted to alter the other's perceptions of reality, with the intention of not going against everything they stood for in the process. And so began the story of a combustible element combined with a detrimental force, determined to create a path of beautiful chaos.
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Her world had never been soft. She'd learned too quickly that people could love you one day and rip the ground out from under you the next. So she built herself out of armor: cool smirks, careless words, the lie that she didn't care. She convinced everyone around her that she was untouchable, that she didn't need anyone to stay. That way, if they left, it wouldn't matter. But the truth was, she longed for the chaos. She trusted it more than stability, because at least chaos was honest. At least when something was toxic, when it was tension-filled and dangerous, you knew exactly where you stood- you knew it could hurt you. What unsettled her more was the idea of something pure, something kind, because that was where betrayal liked to hide. He's cold. She's reckless. And somewhere between jealousy, secrets, and a Halloween Party that changes everything Athena learns that sometimes the scariest thing isn't being hated. It's being wanted. *** Writing for my bestfriend!

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