I Cry Neon

I Cry Neon

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Adventure, Romance and a dark twist. I Cry Neon: This book got inspiration from my own ideas, friends and more. The main person name is Neon, thus the name of the book. Neon does something tricky and dangerous for a seventeen year old. Adding to that, Neon gets drugged. And almost dies, but It sure did not look like it. After the drug started to take act, she tries to walk but she falls down the long stair case in a club, this is the weird part.. Not a single bruise, or bloodshed.. not a single drop. Was the drug meant for her? Or was it by mistake? Or was it a drug at all?... What will happen? What effect?... Read the book, and sooner or later you will know. Give criticism, bad and good. By: Miterii
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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