Anti-Cliché Squad

Anti-Cliché Squad

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Contains discussion on rape, if it triggers you skip the second chapter. Only read when you've been tortured enough by clichés! Hate clichés? Hate that all male protagonists have to be shown as manwhores? Hate that the female character is always some Virgin Mary? Hate that the girl is always insecure? Hate that the guy is always a rich bastard? Well then, this book's for you! I rant about how all clichés have the god damn same plot lines and are so predictable! What's more? These books are more successful than those which have a better plot line, better vocabulary, better characters and where the author puts in actual efforts to make the story interesting. In every chapter I'll be picking up one cliché thing and ranting about it! I will be ranting, you join too!
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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