Searching for: "Thandie"
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Deep always calls unto deep. The results? Reckless hate & catastrophe. Westbrook had four boys that ruled my life once. They were hell raisers: Cunning Athletes. Skilled Manipulators. Hateful Assholes. Gorgeous gods. Heartbreakers. Only I never counted on them breaking my heart as savagely as they did, sending me away when I needed them the most. Making me spiral into a vicious abyss of darkness where I’m haunted by a pair of frosty blue eyes filled with hate. But now I’m back and this time around, for a reason that makes breathing almost completely impossible. And if they think I won’t get revenge for my brother—one of the Blue Boys—then they have another...read more
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Devastation tastes a lot like ash in your mouth. It feels like looming death hanging over your bones. It sounds like the violent shattering of your soul. It has a rotting smell much like that of rotting hearts… But most of all, devastation looks like the beautiful, fiery girl with her fake sincerity and sweet lies that fall from her lips. She thinks we’re somehow an option that she can discard at any fucking time. Does it surprise you then, sweetheart, that I would show you what real hate is? Isn’t it a tragedy after all? To wish on a star that has fallen from grace? Because baby, that’s what you are to me now—a beautiful tragedy that I...read more
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Rivalry. Deceit. Secret Kisses.Here’s the 411 you should know: It’s a warzone. It’s the breeding ground for losers, jealous broken-hearted girls and acne covered fools with zero game. The disgustingly rich kids are vile, vindictive, popular will always be at the top. High school is simply, survival of the fittest. And I was the fittest of them all. Once. Once, before I was set up to take the fall for an attempted murder of one of the Fitz brothers, the golden boys of St. Jude High, our sworn rival enemy. Before I was played for a kiss and it worked. Now, the Fitz brothers hate me. They suspect me. They want to destroy me. They know everything about me, and I hate...read more
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Devastation tastes a lot like ash in your mouth. It feels like looming death hanging over your bones. It sounds like the violent shattering of your soul. It has a rotting smell much like that of rotting hearts… But most of all, devastation looks like the beautiful, fiery girl with her fake sincerity and sweet lies that fall from her lips. She thinks we’re somehow an option that she can discard at any fucking time. Does it surprise you then, sweetheart, that I would show you what real hate is? Isn’t it a tragedy after all? To wish on a star that has fallen from grace? Because baby, that’s what you are to me now—a beautiful tragedy that I...read more
