Bad At Love

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Summary

"Please," I heard him plead once more. I looked up at him as he slowly turned his lips into a pout. I heaved a sigh as I let my shoulders slouch. "Fine, but when I say I'm done, that's it. I don't want to hear anymore," I stated as I leaned backward in the chair. If I was going to give him some leeway, I needed certain ground rules to ensure my hearts safety and an easy way out. "Thank you, Fah," he smiled softly at me as I let my chocolate brown eyes roll. I cleared my throat as I waited for him to speak. My mind raced a million miles per second and my heart raced along side it. It could have nearly been mistaken for a heart attack if my mind hadn't been scolding me for being incredulously stupid for allowing the same man who had broken my walls and captured my heart along with them. "Don't call me that, just tell me what you've been hiding. Tell me your dirty secrets and I'll be on my way," I spit his birth name out like bile. [[ SYNOPSIS INSIDE ]]

Genre
Romance/Drama
Author
Dari
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
21
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

* disclaimer *

I wrote this back in 2019 and posted it on Wattpad. However, I wanted to edit everything and make it more refined. Every chapter will be edited and refined to what I want it to be. I tried making it as relatable as possible... but with a * twist *.

This book contains sexual content, I don’t go into detail, and can be easily skipped. There are mature themes, so please read at your own discretion. This story is about learning to love yourself while finding comfort in the arms of another. You’ll find yourself relating to someone at one point or another. That’s the point... We are all on our own journey of self love -- we just don’t realize it.

Thank you for giving this book a chance, and without further ado, here’s to you...



Love is hard, well, at least for Farrah Pearce. She’s recycled men as if they were plastic. Tossing them through a revolving door of imperfect men who never pleased her. Being twenty-six years old, she’s forced to watch all her friends marry and find love as if it grew on trees. She didn’t understand why every relationship of hers had failed.

It wasn’t her looks, trust that. She had a naturally sultry smile and devilish eyes that could bend any man’s strong will. It was more of the fact that she consistently chose the wrong men. Her relationships lasted mere weeks, with the exception of one. And that one didn’t end well. She was very ill versed in the language of love. And her not-so-professional opinion: it was her childhood. The only excuse she could use to defend her inability to find a proper man.

So, when handsome, jaw dropping and humorous, Silas Faber waltz into her life. He gave her the best goddamn sex she ever had, and took her heart out the door with him. She knew he was the one for her. But with love comes heartbreak, and let’s say this was no different from the last.

Because, as always, Farrah Pearce is Bad at Love.


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BAL is a complete work of fiction, and any similarities between real life are completely coincidental. Its creator owns this published work fully and any stealing and redistribution will be held accountable, reported and taken down.