Hamilton Academy of the Arts is a private art school in Hamilton, Ontario. Sydney Acosta relocated from Toronto, Ontario, to a little-known community. Accompanying her mother's divorce from her father, she has remained by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her feelings are communicated via the one activity she enjoys DANCING. Lucas Cahill is the school's quiet, borderline pariah. His twin brother, Joseph, also known as Joey, is the most well-known student in school. Despite having the same face as his brother, he is more popular, relaxed, and attractive. Joey does not recognize his brother at school, but at home and in the past, they have been inseparable, with Joey's excuses piling up over time. His painting expresses his loneliness and other feelings. In an adolescent narrative loaded with drama, sarcasm, and plenty of creativity, two seventeen-year-olds are linked via their various kinds of art. "Compared to everything you create, my drawings look like stick figures. You could sketch the world's most ugly frog, which would still be lovely. Lucas, you're a fantastic artist." "You, too." He replied gently, his soft, comforting eyes staring up at me. "How?" I couldn't sketch for the life of me. "You're a dancer, after all. Dancing is an art form. And you're a fantastic dancer."
"Are you done unpacking, Sydney?" My mother screamed from the living room. The flat had previously smelled like mothballs, but now it smelled like vanilla, my mother's favorite perfume.
I took a glance around my room. I knew I didn't want to bother accumulating money to alter the beige paint on the walls. A portion of the wall was covered with inspirational dance posters and a bulletin board with a whiteboard calendar. With a light blue cover, my little twin bed was large (not really), adequate for 5'8 height.
The remainder of the room was filled with my belongings, my clothing neatly divided in the closet and my belongings on my little desk and drawer next to my bed. But some of my other belongings were in a box for the shelf that would be delivered later this week. "Yes, I believe so."
"Would you mind checking the mail downstairs for me?" She stated. I can hear her footsteps coming up the little hall where she had placed photos of me with and without her. Most of them were of me competing in dance contests when I was three.
My mother opened the door and turned to face me as I sat on my bed. Her delicate face was adorned with a little grin. I've been told that I continually resemble her, and I see it. Her Dominican and South African ancestors give her a warm brown complexion. My father was of Filipino origin. Therefore, I was a little lighter.
I rose and threw my thick, highly curly hair into a sloppy ponytail. "I'll go."
I entered the living room, walking past her 5'4 frame and taking the keys off the counter. The little space was a dramatic change from our large townhouse in Toronto. Aside from not seeing my pals and dancing squad, moving to this place was a significant upheaval. Some aspects, though, I knew would never alter, such as my mother's need to know where I was at all times. She was guarded.
As I stepped out the door, I threaded my fingers through the keyhole and shut it behind me. As someone's apartment door remained open, I proceeded down the corridor, the fragrance of cooking filling my nose. I pressed the elevator's down button before hearing my phone's familiar sound.
I pulled it from my pocket. It wasn't anything ordinary; it was a Blackberry Bold. I answered the phone, pushing it to my ear. "Hello, Wesley."
I could almost hear the grin in his voice. "Hey, Sid, how's your new life going?"
"Everything is going swimmingly," I said with a dry tone of voice. The elevator light button went out, indicating that the elevator had arrived.
I entered the empty elevator via one of the two doors. I turned around as the doors closed, facing the grimy mirror on the opposite side. "Did you get hired?"
I glanced in the mirror, noting the rings under my eyes. "They did email me yesterday." It's an advancement from working at Gio's Pizzeria."
"But you're still employed at a pizza parlor," Wesley said.
"I had no idea; thank you for bringing it out." I sarcastically replied as the elevator slowly dropped to the ground level.
"I miss you and your snide sarcasm."
"I miss you and your nonsense, which I've always been averse to." As the doors opened, I let out a gentle chuckle.
Wesley and I have been great friends since we were in junior kindergarten. He was still the same after all these years; weird, witty, and active. He came to all of my dancing contests if they were in town, or he had someone film them if I was someplace else so he could see them afterward. He was quite helpful. I did the same thing for him, and his swimming meets.
"What are you up to?" he inquired.
"I'm picking up the mail," I remarked as I exited the elevator.
"Your mother is enabling you to receive the mail at a different location? You're seventeen, and she hardly lets you leave home. "I'm taken aback."
He wasn't mistaken. My mother was, shall we say, overprotective. There were moments when I understood, but there were other times when I just wanted her off my back and to give me some breathing room. Even going to a friend's house was probably out of the question, particularly when I was younger, but for homework reasons, it was either my house or the library. I've only gone to Wesley's home twice throughout our acquaintance, and the only way I could attend his swimming events was if my cousin, Michelle, could accompany me. It merely showed how concerned and overprotective my mother was, but I was growing up, and it was time to take some chances.
"Have you noticed him?" I requested that we depart from the subject at hand.
There was a brief gap on the phone, and I imagined Wesley shaking his black hair before remembering that we were on the phone and that I couldn't see him. "No, but I did note his vehicle was still parked in the driveway."
I groaned, stepping across people to approach the little open area that housed all of the apartment's mail. "I believe that's comforting."
Before Wesley spoke, I heard a loud noise in the background. "I have to leave, Sid." "I'll Skype you later tonight?"
"I'll chat to you later, Wes." I hung up the phone and placed it in my pocket.
I inserted the key and checked for new mail. My toes twitched in the empty room while I did this. I have a strong desire to dance right now.
I've been dancing since I was three years old, beginning in a baby ballet class my mother enrolled me in. When I was a toddler, I was thought to be quite jittery. She looked into it, and a buddy recommended a dancing studio. The dancing studio where I grew up was nothing like Abby Lee Dance Studio, nor was it anything like Dance Moms.
There was a family member present. I made pals, albeit not as close and wonderful as Wesley. I performed solos, duets, trios, and many ensemble pieces to display my skill. That was pretty much the only way I could leave home. I served in several locations around Canada and the United States. I was the dancing captain at my studio for months before I left, but things occurred, and I was here, away from home.
I breathed heavily before snatching some letters and trash mail, shutting the box, and turning back. I smacked into a chest and instantly backed up. "S-Sorry." My uneasiness and timidity were rolling in.
I searched up the individual. He was an Asian man around 18 years old. He reminded me of Wesley with the backdrop and black hair; only this man had a red stripe in his bangs. He was wearing Dr. Dre beats and clutching an iPad with a highly nice multi-colored case. He motioned with his hand. "Don't worry. "Are you new to the building?"
I nodded slowly, attempting to gather my thoughts. "Hello, my name is Sydney."
He shook my hand, a maniacal smile on his face, yet the energy he gave out was absolutely good and made me relax. "My name is Jon Ming, and I'm a soon-to-be world-renowned engineer who speaks twenty languages."
I raised my eyebrows even though I shouldn't be chatting with strangers, but everyone was a stranger in this town. " Really?"
He opened his lips and began speaking what I assumed was probably Italian...fluently. I made a blink. "What exactly did you say?"
"I inquired as to whether you attended Bark-Ridge High School. Since I graduated in June, I'm now considered an alumnus there."
"Bark-Ridge? Is it a school name?" I inquired. It truly sounded strange. Was the world running out of names for schools?
Jon Ming burst out laughing. "'Home of the Dogs,' yeah." "Are you planning on going?"
"No, I'm going to start at Hamilton Academy School of the Arts in downtown Hamilton." It wasn't even that far downtown. I checked the bus schedule; it was just a half-hour commute from my flat.
Jon Ming's eyes widened when he recognized her. "That school." To get admitted to such a school, you must be very gifted. What do you do as a painter? Singer? Musician?"
My head trembled. "I'm really a dancer."
Jon Ming smiled. "Wow, I'm a dancer as well."
"Really? "What exactly do you do?" From being a DJ to speaking many languages to dancing, this guy seems to have a lot of skills. The concept never dies, and his optimism was something that everyone needed in life.
Jon Ming shook his head. "A wide range of things." Mostly hip hop and break dancing, but as an engineer, I concentrate more on music for other artists. I recently received an opportunity to relocate to Los Angeles tomorrow to work as a DJ for a rising artist. Therefore, I'm leaving after nearly five years."
I placed my hands in my shorts pockets and glanced at the stranger I had just met. "Wow, that's incredible."
"I know. Just graduated from high school, and out of 6,000 candidates, a Korean man from a Canadian town earned a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My mother assumed I was lying and the contest was a sham on the back of a cereal box."
He laughed along with me before asking a question. "So, what kind of dancing do you do?"
"Uh, I'm primarily into modern and ballet, but I also do tap and jazz."
"Really? So, if I decided to have a dance battle with you right now, you'd go all dancy and wipe the floor with me?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I could easily see myself like him. "Well, I didn't stretch beforehand."
Jon Ming motioned with his hand. "Perhaps another time. I need to leave my work at the Tech Shop. That's the only way I could have afforded this and that." He flashed his iPad about and pointed to his pricey headphones. "It was great to meet you, Sydney."
"And you, Jon Ming." He smiled at me as he exited the room and the building.
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
Suzette can't locate the money she needs to provide a nice life for herself and others around her. Blayze does not want to marry, but he must in order to get the firm. Blayze solves his difficulty by hiring a phony wife, and when a female who is just too bold and insane to marry him comes along, he takes his chances. Suzette solves her money issue, and Blayze happens to be the answer
Riley Carson had no idea she'd wind up as the school's pariah when a wager was placed to see whether she'd fall in love with Mitch Lingston. With stories swirling about, she has no choice but to attempt to remain under the radar. Riley's plans to spend the remainder of the year alone are dashed when Alex Kinley, the school's known bad boy, expresses interest in her. What happens when she befriends the bad boy?
I couldn't keep my gaze from wandering across his body, looking each and every curve and line. However, what caught my curiosity was his wolf mark, which every wolf has. His arm had an exquisite artwork on it that I wanted to touch. It looked great with his tanned complexion and golden hair. He was like a Roman Sex God, and I'd gladly "pray" to him any day. "Eva," I said as I gazed up at Will's face, but my gaze wandered down his powerful physique, ultimately settling on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs." They're more like a diamond washboard, which I'm tempted to use to wash my clothing! Someone brings me the Downy! His eyes darkened a few shades, his flesh so near to mine that the heat radiated between us. He drew closer, his midnight blue crystal blue eyes warming me to my core. He wanted me as much as I desired him. This was a fight of Alphas; who would win? Game on, Mr. Sexy Piece of Ass.
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
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.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”