Showmanship

Showmanship

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When you get yourself a role, with a very successful T.V show. So successful that it moved from Netflix to an Oscar in at least three weeks. A person is very carful with a leading role in a show like that. They usually don't fall in love with one of the other cast members. But that seemed to be his place on set. He couldn't be Dorothy. The spontaneous lead who swore her only talent was singing, even though she can do about anything, but whistling. He couldn't be Carol. To smart to see Dorothy's antics as anything but annoying. He couldn't be Kendal, who was just to oblivious to see anything. He was even to oblivious to see his failing dancing career. He couldn't be Lucy, who was so self-destructive that she would blow up any minute. He could only be James, himself. To caught in a history of failed life lessons and a family of one to many people. And if you can only be yourself, how are you supposed to act?
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• the fear of love • "It's quite the smell, isn't it?" I nodded at his answer. He squeezed my waist, "Do you know what your perfume does to me, Miss Sánchez?" He asked but I didn't answer. "I asked you a question, answer me. Do you know... what your perfume does to me?" I shook my head no. He let out a dark chuckle from the back of his throat before grabbing my left wrist. I didn't know what he was doing... But my eyes widened as he placed my hand on his crotch. ------------ "Just..." I stopped as he started speaking, "Just one thing before you leave" I turned around, as he leaned on the refrigerator. I found my eyes staring at his body, starting from his jaw, to his neck, to his chest, that was visible due to few of his buttons being open but I quickly darted them up to meet his eyes before I would go any below than that. He was already smirking, "Tell me one thing before you leave, Miss Sánchez" he began. "How loud do you think you'll scream, when I have both of your wrists pinned on the bed as I fuck you?" ------------ A certain ginger haired girl, runaway from home, a place where she learned that love isn't something to be given or taken. A place where parents should feel like home but felt like hell. A place where she started fearing love. What happens when a certain morning she bumps into a dirty blonde haired, blue eyed stranger, who had just gotten out of a relationship? What happens when he gets on her nerves? Does she start chasing feelings for him or runs behind her dream? What happens when they try to avoid each other but stumble back into each other's paths? Strangers to Enemies, but what changes that to Enemies to Lovers? Will he teach her how to love? Will he help her overcome her fear? Started - 3rd June 2021 Ended - 7th September 2021

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