The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

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The HUNK, Brooklyn Fox has a sister, who has a PAST. A PAST she does not want to see or hear about. A PAST which ruined her life. A PAST which made her insecure. A PAST she is finally over with. But what happens when the PAST reappears? What happens when the PAST is shifting the NEXT DOOR? What if the Past is in form of a GUY? Will Blake Fox be able to survive the PAST or will she give in? |•}------------------------------------------------------{•| HE stands out like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. HIS words are as sweet as candy but his cotton candy words does not appeal to HER taste |•}------------------------------------------------------{•|
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Completed✔️ Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 15 so it is a bit cliché, and many mistakes in the story:) All Brooklyn's life, she's been more of a boy than a girl. She's only ever lived with her single dad and her three older brothers, which means she was bound to grow up more like them. So, when she moved all the way from New York to Tennessee, it wasn't much of a surprise until she met Alex, the one of many popular boys at the high school. Until she realized that Alex decided to make her life a living hell. Well, that's what Brooklyn thought, at least... ___ "He leaned in and put a hand behind my head to kiss me, leaving me frozen and speechless. Almost instinctively, after a moment of processing, I stood on my tippy toes and replaced my fingers in his hair, my other hand on his neck. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, replacing my hunger for food, as he pressed me against a vacant wall. Without a word, he lifted me up while my legs wrapped around his waist, leaning in closer to him, even after there was no more space to fill." [600k] May 3, 2019 [700k] June 8, 2019 [900k] October 1, 2019 [1M] December 18, 2019

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