Eliah Greenwood
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Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High, #1)
11 editions
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2021
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Dear Heart, I Hate You (Easton High, #2)
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Unwritten Rules (Rules #1)
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2018
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Dear Heart, I Miss You (Easton High, #3)
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Unspoken Rules (Rules #2)
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2019
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Forgotten Rules (Rules, #4)
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Unbroken Rules (Rules #3)
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2019
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The Rules Series: The Complete Trilogy
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2019
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PROOF: Unbroken Rules
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P.S. I'm Still Yours
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“I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I barbecued your babies and pushed you down the jungle gym just so I could kiss you.” He pauses, pain lacing his voice. “I fucking love you, Vee… And I’m paying for it.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“She’s wrong. So fucking wrong. There aren’t a million Aveena Harpers out there. My angry girl. My pen pal. My Love. Just one.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“So…” I start. “I… You wanted me to stop by?” Just so we’re clear, he’s still melting my insides with a single look, and I’m still a babbling idiot who can’t form a sentence. Xavier moves closer to me, a single whiff of his cologne enough to make my knees buckle. “No,” he shocks me by saying. My jaw hangs limply. “I wanted you to come and stay,” he corrects, and a herd of murderous butterflies assault my stomach. “Stay tonight?” He moves closer again. “Forever,” he says unapologetically. I avoid his gaze. “Xav, I—” “Don’t fucking go, Vee.” He cuts to the chase, cupping my face in his hands without a single thought as to the possibility of people seeing us. “I know this is shitty, and complicated, and it’d be easier for you to get on that plane, but… I don’t want easy—fuck easy. I want you. I love you, Vee,” he croaks, pressing his forehead flush to mine. “Just… stay.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
― Dear Love, I Hate You