Novels by Pixiecat

~Samantha Lee~My eyes fell on Tyler who seemed to be wrestling with the same dread as me. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on some invisible spot over my left shoulder, anywhere but at me."So, Samantha," Mom chirped, her smile getting wider, completely oblivious to the dread between Tyler and I, "Pierce and I have been thinking, you should move into the mansion with us,” she said and my eyes widened in shock. “Wait! What mom?! My room at the hostel is absolutely fine.” I replied through gritted teeth.“Your room at the hostel is fine, sweetie, but Mr. Pierce's house is also close to campus. You don’t have to share a room with anyone.” I furrowed my brows,"Mom, no. Absolutely not. The hostel is perfect. I like my space, I like my freedom, I like not living with strangers." I tried to make it sound reasonable, but the emphasis on "strangers" was definitely for Tyler's benefit.Tyler, for his part, finally shifted his gaze to me, a flash of something unreadable in his green eyes. "Y

~Samantha Lee~The entire concept of 'happily ever after' had always felt like a cruel joke in our household. My mom, bless her chaotic heart, had pretty much sworn off men after my Chinese dad decided he preferred a Buddhist monastery in Tibet to our suburban chaos. For years, her frustration, her unfulfilled longing dripped onto me. Every every messy room, every slightly-too-short skirt was an indictment of my character, an extension of her own personal disappointments. So, when she dropped the bombshell that she was not only dating someone but was getting married, I nearly died. I tugged at the hem of my mini-dress, the fabric clinging in all the wrong places. My phone lay on my bed, vibrating with Logan's contact name, but he wasn't picking up. Typical! He was probably already at the pre-game party with his frat brothers, surrounded by sweaty bodies and cheap beer, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was trying to coordinate a grand entrance."Still trying to tra

~Samantha Lee~My phone vibrated against the wooden table sounding like a mosquito in my ear. I groaned, burying my face deeper into my arms. It was barely 9 AM on a Thursday, and my brain was actively protesting any form of conscious thought."Sam, just pick it up," Lily chirped, her voice far too bright for this unholy hour. She slid onto the bench next to me, her long blonde ponytail swaying."No can do, ladies," I mumbled, my words muffled. "It's her.""Her?" Rachel asked, though the slight tilt of her head indicated she knew exactly who I meant. "Your mom? Maybe it's important, Sam."I snorted, finally lifting my head, my black hair a chaotic mess around my face. "Important? The only thing 'important' my mother ever calls for is to dictate my life choices, critique my outfit from three weeks ago, or inform me of another one of her society galas. Hard pass." I waved a dismissive hand, as if I could physically swat away the impending doom of a parental lecture. Honestly, the woman

~Samantha Lee~One second, I was scanning the crowd for Logan, my boyfriend wondering if he was at the party and the next my world crumbled as I watched his lips pressed against Hannah Taylor, the queen bee cheerleader of Cheer Chicks, the same girl who'd tried to make my freshman year a living hell.My breath hitched. Hannah Taylor, seriously? How could he do this to me? “Well done Logan,” I said and clapped my hands while Logan’s eyes widened in shock. "Sam!" Logan's voice cut through as he pulled away from Hannah, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he was trying to erase the evidence. Too late, buddy.I didn't say a word, just turned on my heel and walked. I could feel his gaze burning into my back, hear him calling my name, but I didn't even glance over my shoulder. Let him call and choke on it.As I stomped out of the main party hall and onto the slightly less chaotic outdoor patio of the frat house, Rachel, my best friend and the only sane person I knew, was alrea