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*** "However," Caleb sneered, "I could punish you in a different way." A lump popped up in Alice's throat. It wouldn't shift, as much as she tried to swallow it away. "Pull your trousers down and bend over my lap," he ordered 'What?' Alice froze... mind reeling. 'Is he seriously going to spank me?' *** Alice has no choice but to work for her enemy - the notorious delinquent Caleb Spencer, after finding out her brother owes him a lot of money. He is everything she can't stand, yet, his punishments turn her on more than she cares to admit. She had always seen him as high school kid posing as a gangster, but since meeting Dylan, his endeavours have gone from petty and delinquent to downright dangerous. Can she convince him to choose her over his destructive new friend before his sinister plots destroy them all?
"If you could pinpoint the exact moment your mental barriers broke, would you stick a plaster over the hole... or let the crazy seep out?" Dylan whispered.
Caleb moved his ear away from the wooden door and turned to Dylan, taking in the lad's wide eyes and crazed smile. Last Tuesday the school had assigned him to Caleb after he transferred, probably hoping the boy's intelligent politeness and 'stand-up behaviour' would rub off onto Caleb. So far, all Caleb had picked up were tips on better methods to hide his delinquency.
The pair huddled on the floor outside the teacher's office, listening to the teachers discussing his family. It was all Caleb could do not to burst in there and bust-up their smug little faces. If Dylan hadn't been there, he might have.
As he rocked back and forth, doing his best to suppress the urge, he felt Dylan's hand over his own, staying him. "If you storm in, they win."
Caleb, although his instincts were screaming at him to rage, knew Dylan was right. He steadied his ragged breathing and put his ear back to the door, trying to figure out which of those vile witches was the one causing trouble for his family.
"Those poor children," he faintly heard one of them sigh. She sounded old, so Caleb figured it was Mrs Rodgers. "If they had a decent start in life, maybe the oldest wouldn't be in prison right now."
"I blame their junkie of a Mum," a brassy, high pitch voice agreed. "I've reported that woman to the social so many times, but do they ever listen?"
"Miss Simmons," Caleb hissed through gritted teeth. "I knew it."
He shifted away from the door, having gathered the intel he needed. Dylan followed suit, having no interest of his own in the teacher's natterings.
"That bitch," Caleb seethed.
"Calm down," Dylan advised gently, placing his hands on Caleb's upper arms. He looked into Caleb's eyes with such intensity that Caleb let out a small giggle, despite his foul mood. "You've had dealings with this woman before?"
"Hmm," Caleb nodded. "She's one of those upper-middle-class snobs who thinks her kids are too good to hang around with my scumbag family, but I've seen her precious son snorting coke off the mirror in my living room."
"Okay," Dylan said, dropping his hands and pacing the corridor. Caleb knew from experience what this meant. He was formulating a plan.
Caleb leaned back against the lockers and let him do his thing. The kid was smart. Book-smart, as opposed to street-smart. Yet, his smarts did lend over to the world of crime.
"Miss Simmons' son... is he clean now your brother is out of the picture?"
"Yeah, right," Caleb snorted. "He's been buying drugs off me since Wayne went down. Imagine if Miss Simmons knew about that, she'd blow her top."
"Where are you? On the supply chain, I mean?"
"Just a runner," Caleb shrugged. "I buy off a bloke called Scotty."
He watched Dylan's face darken as the cogs turned. Somehow, he knew what the lad was thinking.
"Don't go getting any ideas of grandeur. This bloke also deals guns, and we're just a couple of school kids," Caleb warned.
"Oh, please. Like any of these criminal types are a match for me," Dylan teased with a smile.
Caleb could never tell if he was being serious or joking. He had to be joking about his, surely. He couldn't genuinely be considering going head-to-head with bonafide criminals. Even putting the obvious danger aside, what would be the point? There were easier ways for smart guys like Dylan to earn money. Just last week he'd made thousands in bitcoin transactions.
"Can we just focus on Miss Simmons?" Caleb pleaded. "I need to take that bitch down."
"Oh, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb," Dylan smiled, draping an arm around his shoulders. "I'm way ahead of you."
As they continued down the corridor, making their way to the exit, Caleb shook himself free from Dylan's arm.
"Aww, are you scared of looking gay?" Dylan teased.
"No," Caleb scoffed. "But I do like getting laid."
"What about those?" Dylan said through the side of his mouth. Caleb followed his gaze to the group of girls gathered just outside the girls' toilet. Why they always met in such an unfortunate place, Caleb would never understand, but at least it didn't give off the faint but unmistakable whiff of urine like the boys' toilets.
"Those are the popular girls," Caleb rolled his eyes.
Kassie Henderson, Alice Ryder and Carla Deacon. The queen bitches of the school.
Alice's brother, Eddison, was also a customer of Wayne's, and like Miss Simmons, she blamed Wayne for her brother's addiction. Wayne, though, had a different theory about the origin of Eddison's addiction, and the cause was closer to home.
In most cases, the cause of addiction was traceable to some trauma or damage, or so Dylan had explained, but then, Dylan was obsessed with the effects of past trauma.
'Maybe that's why he's stuck with you thus far,' the cynical part of his brain piped up. 'You've got trauma for days.'
Caleb shook his head, dislodging the thought. He didn't want to focus on his past traumas as much as Dylan encouraged him.
"New kid," Alice smiled, stepping out into the corridor in their path, blocking the exit. "You know, you don't have to cling to that scumbag just because the school assigned him to show you around. There are other, more appropriate groups."
Caleb stiffened at the word 'scumbag', balling his fists and tightening his muscles. The group of popular boys approaching did the same, preparing for a fight they had to know they would lose. They always lost, hence the reason the school's Populus knew them as the 'popular kids' and not the 'hard kids.'
His gang were probably outside smoking already but were bound to be on the scene within seconds if a fight did break out, sniffing out violence and trouble with the keen vigour of bloodhounds. Not that he needed their help to mess up the three lads currently eyeballing him.
Dylan raised a hand and placed it on Caleb's chest, gently pushing him back while flashing one of his signature looks. A look that said, 'I got this.'
Caleb relaxed his stance and stepped back as Dylan walked up to Alice.
"Wow, that's a nice offer, but I've been into the school's system and seen all of your IQ test results. I mean, it's slim pickings. I was lucky to find one other person close to my level."
"Are you saying Caleb's actually a genius?" Kassie asked and laughed.
"Maybe he's like rain man," Alice piped up.
Caleb wanted to kill her. Grab her by her dumb skinny neck and squeeze the life out of her. As he imagined the life fading from her eyes, a memory popped up as clear as day.
His brothers faded red notebook with all his dealings and the name 'Eddison Ryder' with the number -600 scrawled in his brother's handwriting. Caleb remembered glancing down at it, wondering why he couldn't have a cool sounding name like Eddison Ryder. Caleb Spencer didn't have the same ring.
"Your brother got the six hundred quid he owes my brother?" Caleb asked, keeping his tone calm and relaxed. He spoke slowly, observing the way she blinked and swallowed before summoning a response.
"Just stay away from my family," she warned, narrowing her eyes. "Eddison doesn't need your shitty drugs. He's been to rehab."
"Oh," Caleb laughed. "I guess that's why he hasn't been begging me for more H on tick in a while. You know, one time he offered to blow me for a ten bag."
This revelation caused Dylan to chuckle, and everyone else to stare in open-mouthed disbelief.
"You're lying!" Alice screamed.
The other lads approached warily, asking Alice if she was okay.
She ignored them.
"That never happened. You're lying," Alice insisted.
Caleb shrugged and sucked his teeth. He didn't particularly care if she believed it or not. It had happened. At the time Caleb had found the offer so amusing he'd let Eddison have the bag for free. What was one more tenner on top of what he already owed?
"My brother isn't gay," Alice added, a tad defensively.
Caleb figured Eddison was gay, after some of the stories his brother had told him but wasn't about to out him. That was a real dick move, even for a guy like Caleb.
"Wayne sold your brothers debt to Caleb, and unlike Wayne, we know how to work out interest rates. Tick tock, tick tock," Dylan piped up, tapping his finger against an imaginary wristwatch. It was a blatant lie, but Caleb smiled, nodding gently. Whatever Dylan was planning, he was happy to go along with it.
The look on Alice's face was worth it. He glimpsed the seething rage that rippled beneath her mask of decorum, taking satisfaction in the knowledge they had gotten under her skin.
With no further argument to offer, Alice spun on her heels so fast her long hair almost whipped Caleb in the eye.
Her little gang of 'populars' followed like sheep, flashing back angry glances as they exited, the boys holding the doors wide for the school's self-appointed princesses.
"If I come up with a plan to make her your slave, will you let me fuck her?" Dylan asked.
"Huh?" Caleb frowned. "If you wanted to fuck her, why didn't you just take her up on her offer and hang out with them?"
"Eww, no, I don't want to have to talk to her or pretend to like her until she deems to grace me with some shitty vanilla sex. I wanna fuck her up," Dylan said. He spoke the words 'vanilla sex' with a shudder of disgust, giving Caleb cause to wonder what kind of sex he did want. It wouldn't be too surprising to learn Dylan liked it rough and involving whips and chains. If he'd learned anything about Dylan's inner workings over these past few weeks, it was the way he liked to make other people squirm.
"Whatever," Caleb shrugged. "I don't care what you do to her."
When a group of disgruntled teens cast a spell to get revenge on their bullies, they are shocked to discover Damien is more than just talk. He literally has the girl who humiliated him on a leash, Mr popular is reduced to a drooling love-slave, and even the schools most prolific bully has been tamed. Everything is great... until it's not. As the spell runs its course, it becomes apparent that someone in the group isn't so innocent. The only way to end the spell is to forgive, but is Damien willing to give up his hold over the beautiful Belle?
When a group of disgruntled teens cast a spell to get revenge on their bullies, they are shocked to discover Damien is more than just talk. He literally has the girl who humiliated him on a leash, Mr popular is reduced to a drooling love-slave, and even the schools most prolific bully has been tamed. Everything is great... until it's not. As the spell runs its course, it becomes apparent that someone in the group isn't so innocent. The only way to end the spell is to forgive, but is Damien willing to give his hold over the beautiful Belle?
"We are divorced, Adams." She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her. "It doesn't matter." He answered, his voice laced with determination. "I don't love you anymore." "That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it." ***** Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive the divorce papers from her husband's parents. She pleaded with them, but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left. Little did anyone know that she was pregnant. She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more. How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?
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?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.