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"Kaelyn, do you know how many guys want you?" I asked her. She shook her head, I could see a hint of confusion in her eyes. "What are you talking about? No guys 'want' me. I'm just plain old me," She mumbled. I shook my head. I tried to grab her hand but she yanked it away. "Kaelyn, have you not noticed how many guys check you out in the hallways at school? It disgusts me, they look at you as if you are a piece of meat." I started. Butterflies began to erupt in my stomach. "But, I'm not like that. I look at you as if you are a beautiful, smart, and funny girl. You have no idea what you're doing to me," Without even knowing what I was doing, I crashed my lips onto hers. I tried forcing all my feelings into the kiss, but none were returned. I instantly regretted the whole talk when she pushed me back. "I know what you're doing Collins, and I will not be another pawn in your game." She spat. She turned around on her heels and walked away. I leaned back against the lockers, I was about to punch something. I messed up again. When will I be able to get her to trust me?
"Ah, Ms. Green, you finally decided to show up for class." My science teacher Mrs. Sealock bitterly greeted. I looked around at all the faces staring at me; they were making me very nervous. I don't tend to do well under pressure. "What's your excuse this time dear? You've only had to think of at least seven in the past two weeks," I mentally cursed at my teacher. All my excuses had been true. They weren't lies, I don't lie. My science teacher and I weren't exactly on good terms right now, even though I get straight A's and always turn in my work, she still hates me.
It probably has to do with the fact she had my trouble-maker of a brother two years ago.
"Well you see um..." I looked around at the class. They seemed to be very interested in what I was going to say next. "I woke up late, due to the fact that my obnoxious brother had pulled a prank on me, by messing with my alarm clock. He changed the time on it, so instead of my clock saying that it was six, it said that it was one. Because of that nasty prank I wasn't able to wake up in time to get to school on time. So I asked my good for nothing brother to drive me and he said 'no' because it was my fault because I didn't wake up, then we got in an argument, which made me even later for school. I had to get my skateboard and I had a four mile skate and I couldn't call any of my friends because they were all ready in school and-" I was rambling again, everyone in class was laughing, they weren't even trying to keep it quiet. I don't know what would've happened if Mrs. Sealock hadn't told me to stop talking.
"Come here please, Kaelyn." She instructed. I walked to her desk, with my head down, looking at my maroon colored Vans.
"After school, you will go to detention," my mouth dropped, I had never been there. I was a goody goody and they don't belong there. That's where all the trouble-makers go. She handed me my slip; I could tell she was silently laughing in her head. "Now I will have no more of this nonsense, you will be here every day on time, unless you would like more detentions." She smirked. I quickly nodded and walked through the rows of desks to a seat in the back of the classroom; actually the only seat that was available.
And just to my luck, it was in front of Shane Collins, the school's bad boy. I've always tried to steer clear of him, but I have him in almost half of my classes. I've never sat anywhere remotely close to him, until today. This day just kept getting better and better.
Shane was famous for his fights, his bad mouthing, one night stands, and also his looks. I couldn't care less about what he did, who he fought, and who he badmouthed, but I had to admit... puberty did wonders for him. He had icy blue eyes, jet black hair, and a deep voice, which made all the girls go crazy for him. That's not even mentioning his abs. I'd seen them once when I happened to be at one of his fights.
It was on the front lawn of the school, and when he was taking off his hoodie, his shirt lifted just enough for me to see his six-pack. They were extremely toned and it looked like he spent a lot of time trying to keep them that way.
I was one of the few girls that haven't been a one night stand for him. I didn't tolerate things like that. I thought that it was stupid to do that, because all it leaves you with is probably an STD and a lot of explaining to do to your parents. Of course, I wouldn't have to explain anything to my parents, they were dead. They died in a car accident about three years ago. Now I live with my older brother and my grandma lives only a few houses down from us.
"Earth to Kaelyn," Someone spoke into my ear. It was a deep voice, a voice that was recognizable no matter how high my head was up in the clouds. I shivered and turned around to look at him. Shane. "You know you still need to hand me that paper on your desk. You might want to start focusing." He mumbled into my ear. He took a strand of my light brown hair in his hand and twirled it around his finger. I swatted his hand away and handed him our science prompt that was due at the end of class. I bent down, so I could unzip my backpack and get out a pencil and my notebook. When I sat back up, I could feel warmth on my waist. Two hands were holding it, their thumbs moving in a circular motion.
The bad boy was holding me. No, no, no, no, no. If he thinks he can get away with that then he's crazy. I will not fall for his little game.
I quickly turned around, only to meet his eyes only inches away from mine. He was smirking and I could tell he was amused.
"Don't touch me," I said. For once I hadn't rambled. Oh no. Don't jinx yourself Kaelyn. I was nervous, and I always ramble when I'm nervous... especially if I'm around a boy or someone I don't know that well.
"Why not?" He smirked. I bit my lip; I had to keep myself from making a fool of myself.
"B-because," I stuttered. "Because I have a personal bubble. That means if you violate it then you will regret it because I will make you pay for violating it. So don't touch me again because it's my space. Well not actually my space because there are a bunch of kids who sit here throughout the day so it's technically not mine. But, for right now it's mine, so don't do it again. I have work to do so butt out, and leave me alone," I instantly regretted the last part. I told him to 'butt out' and you don't say something like that to Shane. Who knows what he'll do to me now. Oh my god I probably just put myself on his death list. I cringed at the thought and looked at Shane. He seemed very amused by my whole rambling scene. He leaned back in his chair and smirked at me.
"Don't worry, beautiful, just because you talked back to me doesn't mean that you're on my death list," He winked. Uh oh.
"I said that out loud didn't I?" I slouched down in my seat and looked at the floor.
"That little bit where you 'thought' that I had just put you on my death list, yeah you did." He laughed quietly. I glared at him, my heart pace was increasing and my cheeks were becoming warmer. I turned back around and hid behind my hair, so he wouldn't see my embarrassed expression.
Just when I thought he would leave me alone, he tapped my shoulder.
"By the way, I don't have a death list." He whispered in my ear. A wave of relief washed over me, but then I realized what he did.
He. Touched. Me. Again.
I shook my head and tried to concentrate on my work, but it was very hard to do with Shane sitting behind me, constantly tapping his foot on the back leg of my desk's chair. Why was he doing this? He's never even spoken a word to me, ever. It made me uncomfortable to know that he was the first boy to even touch me like that since my breakup a few months ago. I had been steering clear of boys since then; all boys except Carter. Carter's been my best guy friend since elementary school. We've always been there for each other and we protect each other like siblings. Carter has many girls swooning over him. He has light brown hair and green eyes; something a lot of girls fall for.
My attention was focused on Shane again when he was now playing with my hair. Eventually I snapped and when I was turning around my knee hit the side of my desk, causing there to be a loud noise. Everyone turned to look at me, and I could hear Shane laughing.
That jerk.
"Is there something wrong Ms. Green?" Mrs. Sealock asked.
"No nothing at all," I mumbled. I glanced at Shane once more before returning to my work, he was grinning. I had never seen the bad boy smile like that; it was weird.
I was so desperate to hide that I didn't even check who he was and I ran a few steps ahead of me, grabbed his collar and kissed him straight on his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut due to the anxiety growing in the pit of my stomach. But his lips felt so soft and warm that I forgot everything for a moment. It felt so warm, sweet and pleasant. This feeling. What is it that I'm feeling right now? Does everyone feel like this when they kiss? When I got a hold of myself after breaking the kiss, I looked up at his face. I had expected a curse but not what I was seeing. He was.. frozen at his place. Meet Sarah Jenkins: a typical university student who just wants to live a peaceful and uneventful life, away from her– cough– nice and rich relatives. But what happens when an accidental kiss with a stranger leads that very stranger, or rather the top student of her university, to ask her to be his fiancée in return for the kiss? Will she accept it? Well, whatever happens, it's certain that she won't forget this mistake for the rest of her life.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.