She could never predict a tattooed surfer to be thrown into her life.
Ella Miller is not a massive believer in love. Especially in high school. Sure, she thinks it's good in movies and books but real life is not exactly a fairytale. Although things might take a turn at the arrival of a bad boy.
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"You are mine. I'll rip apart limb by limb anyone that thinks differently" His tone came out hard and husky. It was filled with undisguised murderous jealousy
"Here is a reason we can't be together" I poke his chest "You are a possessive caveman"
His deep voice is barely a whisper "I belong to you. Just like you belong to me. Why are you fighting that?"
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This fiery green haired girl is in for a challenge as one night, she runs into a mountain sized problem. A ridiculously good looking, dark and broody problem.
She thinks that she will only have to deal with this large and slightly terrifying looking guy for one night but that quickly changes.
Being thrown together at every opportunity, she has no other choice but to deal with possessive, protective and pain in the ass Stone, who happens to enjoy teasing Ella constantly.
It's the green haired goth versus the badboy motorbike- riding surfer but are they really against each other?
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"Don't you growl at me" I shout in reply and with another growl from him, I add "He's a good kisser"
Stone doesn't find the funny side of my comment. I can feel the tension in him from his tightened jaw to his fist that he's made "Let's see how good he kisses when he is dead"
Stone is not exactly Prince Charming with a mysterious past and dark secrets. However Ella is no Princess. If only they drew back the swords and lived some sort of happily ever after.
