Eccedentesiast

Eccedentesiast

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Fiction
Romance
Eccedentesiast (n.) a person who fakes a smile Angelica Joneses is perfect. Long, straight, brown hair. Deep brown eyes. Hour glass figure. Like I said perfect. But her problem are much deeper than which guy to go to homecoming with. Her family is slowly falling apart. She can't even sleep from all the yelling. Her abusive boyfriend doesn't help with self esteem. Plus, she constantly comparing herself to other girls. Jackson Holly is meh. He's labeled as the bad boy. He's really not. He has brown, almost black, hair. Striking blue eyes. Not buff, but not lanky. Dark clothes don't help with his title. He sees right through Angelica's lies and secrets. He's determined to let her be herself. She's a Barbie doll girl. In a Barbie doll world. But it's all just plastic. (Warning. Some ADULT MATURE content may occur/ will occur. Please tread carefully.)
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Renée

✨ First In The Renée Series ✨ Our story started with a million ugly secrets and a million fake smiles. Our story got complicated fast, baby; Lickety-split, the ugly secrets began to blur out our million fake smiles. The story that runs in our blood started when the blood drew out our vines. It got hazy when I ran from my tragedies. I had my ghost to prove how bad it got back in the city of gloom and rain. My nightmares reminded me of the catastrophes. I have their blood staining my skin till the end of time. Your blood will stain those walls till the end of time. He has your blood marking his fingertips until his ugly smiles fall six feet underground. The stars took in each moment of us before your heart bashed against your ribcage. They disappeared when our world slipped from our clutch. I swore on those stars that I wouldn't let them take your life like they did the last time. And, the story got out-of-focus and complex in the end. So, we didn't fight; We dropped our swords and our lives and slipped into new galaxies- --Alone. I ran from our tragedy. You let our tragedy slip from your mind. Now we both are back at square one. New million ugly secrets. New fake smiles. Does our story continue or is it at its end? I sit under the same stars and read our story. 'Cause our story holds more of our truth than our million fake smiles, darlin'. This story was only the beginning of our complicated fight to find the broken pieces of the broken soul that we kept in our back pockets. And, I hope you read it, darling.

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