



Blame It On The Others
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Ver perfilOtaku, rockeira, pensa que sabe escrever histórias e ama suspenses ^^ Na moral... Não sei me descrever, então só...
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2Black Veil Brides and All Time Low don't belong to me (peninha). It's my first time writing a novel, so don't judge me.
Estadísticas de la historia
Ficha técnica y actualizaciones
Primera publicación
22 de maio de 2012
Última actualización
22 de maio de 2012
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En curso
Idioma
Português (Brasil)
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Jacob Pitts is a scoundrel. For being my best friend. For being charming. For being charming. For leaving me... Even if he doesn't remember it.
One morning, when he woke up, Ian stretched out his arms and didn't feel Katherine's body there, he thought that the girl had gotten up and gone to rob the fridge, as he always did, but he didn't smell the food either. He jumped startled on the bed. This couldn't be happening. Not with him.
My father died when I was 5 years old, Lian and I were very attached to him, but I was the one who suffered the most from his loss. And because of that I was pretty cold at times. Lian and my mom managed to get over it (at least that's what it looked like). My mother knew Franck, he was nice, but he would never replace my father. Lian and I fought quite often, but deep down we loved each other and had great memories together. We lived in a mansion (my father left us a very large inheritance). And I had my inseparable friends: Matt, Henry, Sakura, Carol and Ana, who were my friends since I was 3 and a half years old, our mothers were super friends.
Many centuries ago he chose to die in the name of love. And she chose to kill. Both were carried away by pride and lies, and ended up with separated souls. He needs her, she needs him. Questions and answers, good and evil, angels and demons... Nothing will be easy to identify. But the answer to everything can be in front of your eyes, it's only if you can see through the eyes of love... And bingo the answer will appear. But don't be fooled, an angel is not always an angel.... Perhaps the devil is the angel of this story.
Life is never easy for anyone. Fights, intrigues, misunderstandings and many other things can get in the way of your perfect little destiny. "I wanted to be your girlfriend, I wanted to hold you always and kiss you. I wish I had been yours. Andrew, I love you more than anything. And I'm not just saying this because, at the moment, I don't have nothing, it's because it's the truth. I'm... I'm so fragile, I can't think of anything else but you."
"When being young starts getting old, a new place, face, age, or so I'm told 'Be the new kid, on an old block', a chalk outline on a plane ground block south" A nightclub , a recent breakup, and a lack of enthusiasm for meeting new romantic interests. Lots of whiskey, drinks and various types of alcoholic drinks afterwards and they find themselves too close. Perfection has never been a requirement, but it's not expendable either. Too bad perfection doesn't exist.



