《The Dead Poets》3
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"Why do my parents hate me?"
I groan aloud, as I lay on the hard, cot-like mattress they call a bed; in my plain, boring, and barren room.
The walls are stark white like an asylum. Could they have not gone with an eggshell white? A beige? Cream?
Not that it would make much of a difference— I doubt any shade of paint slathered across four walls would make my stay here any more enjoyable.
I'm pulled from my thoughts by a sudden knock at the door.
Maybe my parents are coming to save me from this hell hole— though that's probably just wishful thinking.
As I open the door, I'm rather disappointed to see a group of neatly groomed boys, appearing to be around my age, huddled tightly together in the doorway— definitely wishful thinking
"Um what can I do for you?" I ask, suddenly becoming flustered by the gawking stares I was receiving.
I swear, it's like these boys have never seen a girl before.
"Hi, I'm Neil Perry," the taller boy speaks first, stepping forward slightly and extending his hand for me to take.
"This is Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts, Richard Cameron, Charlie Dalton, oh and this is Todd Anderson, he's new too," Neil finishes, pointing to the quiet boy in the back of the group, who offers me a small smile, before blushing furiously upon noticing all eyes have turned towards him.
"I'm Violet Ross," I say politely, nodding at the group of boys standing in front of me, before slowly stepping aside and allowing them to come in.
I wasn't quite sure what the etiquette was here— or the rules— regarding boys in girl's bedrooms. God, this place really was like a prison.
"Violet," one of the boys says, as if testing the name on his tongue— clearly liking its taste.
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"—that's a pretty name." He steps in front of the others, and stations himself directly in front of me.
He certainly was nothing if not confident.
From the corner of my eye, I can see the other boys exchange knowing glances, while rolling their eyes at their rather forward friend.
The boy stands in front of me, his gaze never breaking from mine, as he awaits my response.
Not wanting to feed into his seemingly already inflated ego, I decide against giving him the reaction he desires.
"Thanks," I simply mutter, crossing my arms over my chest in an annoyed fashion, my face sporting an unfazed expression.
I notice the other boys suppressing their laughter, while the boy, whose name I can't quite recall, looks slightly taken aback.
Rejection was clearly not something he was used to.
"Charles Dalton," He says, his voice as smooth as butter, as he extends his hand for me to take.
"But you can call me Charlie."
I hesitantly accept, to which he brings my hand up to his lips, softly kissing my knuckles.
Although his small gesture sent shivers down my spine, I refuse to give into his flirtatious ways, and with all my might, manage to fight the blush that threatened to appear onto my cheeks.
"Well boys, we should probably get going," Neil says, upon noticing my slightly flustered state, and the rest of the boys— apart from Charlie—nod in agreement.
I gather he's the leader of this group.
"My room is across the hall, if you ever need anything," Charlie winks suggestively, before swiftly turning on his heel and filing out of my bedroom alongside the others.
I could practically see the sly smirk plastered across his face, as he slowly saunters out of my room, and down into the long corridor.
Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Half a Step Away from Love
In the scheming world of palace intrigue, Inessa Antego is in her element. Being the first lady-in-waiting to the Duke's sister, she won't stop at anything to please her mistress. Cancel an unwanted wedding? Easy. Show a secret lover out of the Duchess' bedchamber? Not a problem. Steal a portrait which compromizes the Duke? All you need is ask. Never mind she does it all with a little help from the palace ghosts. It's true that ghosts' friendship comes with strings attached, but what's a few favors between friends? The only problem is, Inessa has to play her scheming game against Lord Cameron Estley. Who is smart, clever and painfully handsome. Can she successfully juggle her lady's interests and those of her own heart? Especially considering that hate is only half a step away from love?
8 127A Pinch of Cinnamon
COMPLETE"Just how wet are you for me?" He rumbles in my ear. His hand dips into my underwear and I gasp at the sensation of his finger brushing against my clit. I grasp his shoulders, holding tight, as his finger lowers towards my entrance, feeling for the nectar that only he seems to be able to draw from my body. "You're soaked baby." He groans. I can no longer form words as his mouth latches onto my nipple. My stomach tightens feeling him caress my most intimate areas.*************After a bitter divorce, a 30 year old man comes back home to live with his parents. They throw him a welcome home party , where he is instantly drawn to a young woman. Getting to know her only makes his attraction grow that much greater. He is determined to make her his even as her own heart wars with her head, pleading with her to not get involved with something that could lead to more heartbreak. Will their love prevail?
8 153Wealthy Family’s Sweet Beloved Reborn
In her last life, Song Qinghuan's sister disfigured her and poisoned her throat, all her successes were heisted by her sister and she was burned to death by her sister. With a blink, she is reborn in the times before all the misfortune takes place, strong and fierce, she guards what belongs to her. And a handsome boy who possesses all the fortune in the world, he is willing to step back and protects her wholeheartedly. "I think the misunderstanding between us is pretty deep, mind getting to know me?" "Don't bother, I only like boy toys." "I can be one for you." "The nerves you've got!"
8 143Bleeding Roses
"I will accept your resignation but under one condition," said Vikram Singhal, playing with the paperweight akin to the manner he was playing with the woman trembling in fury."And why are you under the impression that I will respect that condition, SIR?"Shikha feigned determination, knowing that if Vikram Singhal wanted something, he would get it by hook or by crook. She knew that her words would merely count as feeble and futile efforts of a fawn to fight off the mighty lion and nothing more.Her shivering form and quivering lips had given away her fears to her predator. His pupils dilated with desire and a lethally addicting ecstasy as he inched closer every moment in fulfilling them."You cannot leave the company without serving your notice period, until and unless, you pay me a compensation of ₹3,00,000, and as far as I know it is not possible in your case to bring that amount. That leaves you with no choice, but to comply with my wishes," said Vikram. He smirked victoriously at her rattled form.She inhaled sharply, gathering every bit of strength remaining in her and hoped against the hope that he would not demand what she had imagined."What do you want, Sir?""You. I want you."__________Vikram Singhal, a ruthless and shrewd gangster, ruled the business world under the guise of a business owner and ruled the whole of Uttar Pradesh as a dictator, till he falls for the naïve and innocent Shikha Agarwal after a chance encounter. He seemed to have control over everything and possess everything he wanted, except her, and that only intensified his obsession and intrigue towards her. Shikha Agarwal, an orphan raised by her elder sister, thought of the world to be full of beautiful roses like herself, till the thorns of those roses surface as a certain Vikram Singhal. They were two worlds which had clashed because of his obsession, but will they ever merge to create one beautiful world for themselves?*Slow burn. Not a submissive heroine.
8 223Zhanye Black, to be a Superstar in Another World.
A normal boy is reborn in the body of a chubby that has the same name as his, Zhanye Black. But in this strange world, Zy will use his new System to become famous. From a fatty guy, that streams Counter-Strike from his bedroom to a Celestial Prince that will have his face on every corner of the country. This is a Magical Realism/Slice of Life. ** Disclaimer: The book cover design isn't mine, if the author wants me to remove, please email [email protected] I will remove. **
8 95Bastard
**This is a SEQUEL you need to read Feral first**Wolves. They're family oriented creatures and werewolves are no different. Returning home after being missing for nine years should've felt amazing, but for Cloud, it was hell. Returning to his pack reminded him of all the things he hating growing up - the rumors, insults, loneliness.After a fighting with his brother, Cloud decides he's had enough of the Dark Woods Pack and decides to leave the pack and his past behind. But his plans are derailed when he crosses into the Howling Night Pack and meets Raiden Beckett, his mate.
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