I remember him like he was a Sunday Afternoon. White pale skin. Dark stubble with a sharp jaw. His hair; short, thick, and black. Why did he have to be so memorable. A man that walked right into my life, gone in an instant.
Hey, this is a sneak peek of the first official chapter of "Broken Boy". I am so excited to finally write something that has potential and give you guys a nice thiccc plot!
Thanks!
Chapter 1 comes out on the First of July! Yay! :)
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Broken Boy
Romance"Why are you so difficult?! All you do is complain about how you're the victim and yell about things that don't matter!" I cried out trying to get him to listen to me, "Nothing I do is good enough for you. I tried so hard this past year to help you...
