"I hate her!" My voice raged around the room, the words echoing off the walls. Everybody flinched at my unusual outburst, taken aback by my raw emotions. Well, everyone except Clarke. Clarke, always composed and unshaken, simply smiled and tutted in response. "No, you don't," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "It's fine if you just admit that you freaking don't. I see the way you look at her, dude. I see admiration in those blue eyes of yours." His words struck me deep, piercing through the layers of denial I had built around myself. I raged and thundered, desperate to convince my friends, and perhaps even myself, that I wasn't becoming attracted to Beverly-a girl I had never seen before in my life. Her sky-blue eyes, the very eyes from which tears flowed freely, began to haunt my dreams and consume my thoughts. "We have hurt her enough already," I pleaded with my friends, desperation lacing my voice. Their expressions held a mix of incredulity and concern, but none of them spoke up, waiting to see how I would navigate this tumultuous situation. Except Clarke. "If you continue to be weak," he stated, his voice firm and unwavering, "then I'm sorry, but you can't be the leader of this group anymore." Dread washed over me as I squirmed under the weight of his words. The one thing I had feared most had now been voiced aloud. "I'm not weak!" I thundered once again, my voice laden with frustration. "And I'll prove it." With those words, I stormed out of the room, my footsteps heavy with determination and an inner turmoil that refused to settle...
Xavier's POV:
I rolled my sapphire eyes for the upteenth time at my friends' apparent incredulity as they kept trying in vain to make me join the bet.
"No way man, we ain't doing that." I said once more before letting my gaze fall on the figure of beguiling Beverly Jones as she swayed cockily in the hallway, her hands buried perfectly in the pockets of her brown hoody... Will snapped me out of my reverie with a thump on my shoulder, then raised his jet black eyebrows at me in a way that screamed 'WHY?'
"What?!" I scoffed, "she's too proud." I admitted and gave all three of them another sarcastic eye roll but received questioning stares in return.
"Woah-oh!" Diane began, clapping her hands in scorn.
Diane was our only female best friend, and the only girl in our small group so she's nothing but appreciated and respected; her rational reasonability and perfect acumen...
"And since when did all-mighty-Xavier give two fucks about egotistic girls? And last I checked they were the ones you always go for, saying; "It's a big one for me, girls with huge ego also boost my ego, hugely" huh?" She droned and my cheeks flushed pink as she mimicked my voice, sounding so much like a drone.
But before I could say anything, or reply the ridicule, Will Kirkman added, "No shit, dude be acting so weird with this Beverly person, like bro, Beverly is everything that turns you on!" He cried carefreely, his voice almost filling the room that I had to cringe back in my locker to absorb the shame but Will being Will, my embarrassment knew no bounds.
Yeah that's Will, the funniest and stupidest amongst us, always coming up with the most irrelevant ideas and agendas.
My eyes darted to Clarke Miller as I saw his lips separate, my heart began to thump rapidly, I knew the time had come, the moment I most dreaded, Clarke Miller was the most rational and understanding person amongst us, he had perfect logical reasoning that everyone knew about, of course he rarely spoke, but when he did, boy is he accurate!
" 'cept you've got a thing for her." He spat in a low but agonizing voice.
My heart thrummed with every word and I flinched at the sentence, but he was just being Clarke right? Being all knowledgeable and all that shit, innit?
After processing his words, my eyes sparked and I felt a huge challenge projected towards my chauvinistic ego, an ego I spent all my life building and inflating, so how can I let one beautiful, amazing, pretty, perfect Beverly deflate it?!
It's so not possible.
I squirmed where I stood before speaking, "Players don't get feelings, fool." I growled and patted his shoulder as one would do a child, though I was embarrassed for my ears perked up and blood coursed to my cheeks.
"Exactly," Diane said and I quickly turned to her with pursed lips,
"Your reputation is at stake Beckham," she scorned and snickered at me, the rest joining in the scorn, and betcha I squirmed again.
I scrunched my nose and clenched my jaw as I heard their hysterical laughter which was annoying me unbearably,
"Shut up!" I growled with a scowl and they slowly lulled into silence, surprise etched on their features.
I heaved a sigh before talking, "You are all wrong to believe I've got shit for Beverly, we all know I've seen better," I lied and they all grinned sarcastically at my last statement,
"Oh, please," I chuckled, "I can play Beverly all week, I can let y'all play her, but I won't," the words flew out from my mouth and my friends kept gawking at me.
"Beverly is a different person y'all- special!"
Believe me I cringed inwardly at my statement as immediately I had pronounced it and I hoped the ground would open up and swallow me whole, because I didn't want to seem weak in front of my friends, and not just my friends but my "followers", I was the leader of this group and I could be impeached only if my emotions falter, and heaven knows they were twitching already.
But is she worth it?
Is she worth losing this prime for?
She's not close to the worth, I told myself,
No way would I lose this position today or any day.
They began coughing and gibbering at my words and I felt so defeated, frickin humiliated at the fact that I appeared weak.
What's going on with me?!
"Don't be weak, babe." Diane said and cackled.
Weak?! Xavier Marshall weak?! Y'all wanna see strength?! I'd show you strength...
"Shh, shh! She's coming!" Will hushed with a loud whisper and we all readjusted our positions; I was now fully propped against my locker, putting all my weight on one leg as I placed the other against my locker.
A fake, small smile crept its way onto my face, but the discomfort bothered me and my knees buckled, my heart was thumping severely as I gazed down at the marble floor with trembly legs.
A figure now loomed in front of my face and I shivered at the cologne of the one person I never expected to see; she was apparently a 5,6 footer that had her small hands placed on her tiny waist, her hair was perfected in a wavy do as it rested gently on her shoulders, her face was tanned and ornamented with a very, very cocky smirk.
"Ha-ha-ha," Beverly mocked a laugh and clapped her hands slowly, making me feel ultimately confused.
My face lifted from the ground to her face and I stared directly into her eyes, her eyes having obvious outlines of sapphire.
I faked a cough at her strange demeanor.
"Can I help you Ms.?" I asked and furrowed my eyebrows at her, feeling somewhat surprised at how confident I had sounded.
She tutted and smirked again, "Heard you the boss of this little, demented clique here," her eyes gave my friends and I a very taunting eye roll as she enunciated the "clique".
My jaw was on the verge of dropping before she spoke again,
"Well, I have a message for you and your bitches," she clicked her tongue, "Four. Of. Y'all. Should. Stay. Away. From. Me. And. My. Beeswax." She drawled, poking my chest with her pulpy index finger at every syllable she pronounced.
I pursed my lips and tried to summon a smirk and to my surprise, it didn't come, I just stood there, gaping at her while she bullied me...
"Do I make myself clear?!" Her voice reverberated in the hallway as she spoke so authoritatively, gathering every attention in the hallway to me for people began to circle round us, which was way beyond discomforting for me and I cringed deeper into my locker.
Her eyes flickered rapidly and her nose scrunched like she was expecting a response from me, and it was when her eyes widened that I knew she was waiting for me to respond.
"Huh?!" She kept batting her eyelids impatiently as if I was killing her time and she was desperate for my reply.
And for the first time in my seventeen years of existence did I feel intimated and bullied and just to make matters worse, by a frickin girl half my height.
My head, on its accord gave her a brief nod while I gaped at her in astonishment, a girl this confident deserves a Guinness award because what the flip is this pride?!
"Good." She said and smirked for the upteenth time before turning away, but stopped dead in her tracks and turned back towards me, but this time she had her eyes trained on Will.
"Oh, lest I forget," she said before reaching her hand into the pocket of her denim pants, "this must be yours," she narrowed her brow at Will who had already blushed hard; his cheeks more crimson than Diane's lipstick.
She threw a crumpled piece of paper to him which he caught with a sweep, the smirk never leaving her face,
"Oh, and one more thing, the next time you think of getting into a girl's panties through a note please be sure not to make grammatical errors baby," she squeezed her face and waved her finger at him, "it's a big turn off." She snickered, then pouted childishly before prancing away.
I was stupefied by her cockiness and a bit upset at Will for making advances on her without my consent, but right now it seemed so peripheral, compared to the matter at hand.
My eyes relocated to my friends and they were all redder than fresh tomatoes, which would would have been hilarious if I hadn't blushed awfully myself.
"What do you say now?" Clarke whispered into my ear, his voice coursing me with rage and regret.
"Oh, game on." I growled, then scowled at the crowd that was staring at me as they began to disperse slowly.
"She's so dead." Diane commented through clenched teeth as she gazed sheepishly into void space.
"She's going down!" Clarke whisper-shouted, clenching his jaw in fury.
"She's fucked!" I mumbled with a low growl.
Tsk, Will tutted and we all focused on him, expecting him to provide the deadliest lines as he was the most insulted, his face clenched and tightened for a moment but almost immediately changed to a leer and I can swear he licked his lips.
"She's so fucking mine." He said and clicked his tongue, hollowing his cheeks at their axes as he grinned dreamily.
In unison we all clapped over hands over our foreheads and let out a groan at Will's consistent stupidity.
"Don't be an idiot would you, Beverly's getting payback, bitch." I declared and slapped the back of his head which he winced at.
His face flushed harder and redder as he held the place I slapped, he then pouted at me and asked, "And how do you intend to achieve that?" He asked innocently and I took so much pride in the question as I noticed the six eyes that looked anticipatively at me.
I smirked at them and tutted twice before grinning widely, making sure my dimples displayed in their very best way.
"Payback's a bitch." Was all I said.
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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 never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked 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 lan begged her not to leave him?
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to 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.