The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit

The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit

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Amelia is a nineteen-year-old girl who finds herself engaged to a man seventeen years older than her. He's very rich, well read, etc., but there was one problem: she's not exactly sure if she loves him enough to go through with this. *** She pressed her back against the headboard, wishing to be anywhere else but here. "You make this so hard!" The words were thick in her throat and her eyes stung with the threat of tears. "What? What is so fucking hard, Amelia?!" He yelled at her. He knew she hated to be yelled at. "Loving you,"
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Olivia West is a typical teenage girl. She has a group of awesome friends, a pretty face and a liking for boys. There is a new guy in school, and he is causing a lot of talk between Olivia and her friends. Fights will go down, rumors will be spread and friendships will be lost. The one question is, who will stay with Olivia until the end? Sneak peek: "How could you do this to me?" I scream at him, tears running down my face. Jack rubs his forehead. "Olivia, I told you, it was a mistake. A huge mistake. I still love you!" he says urgently. I smile cruelly, despite my crying. "Well, Jack, maybe you should of though of that before you went and cheated on me". He looks at me sadly. "I will only love you" he says quietly. I run a hand through my hair, another wave of tears coming on. "Don't call me beautiful then pour yourself into the arms of someone more beautiful" I say. Jack takes a step towards me. "Olivia", he says putting his hand on my shoulder, "there is no one more beautiful". My heart skips a beat, as if for a moment, time has been re-winded back to a time where he made me feel special. The feeling is brief.

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