Novels by Quyte

Now that the conversation was done, Christy was ready to head back home. She had achieved her plan and needed to leave for much more important things. There was no way in hell she would go back into the house and join her parents.They would definitely flaunt her around like some pre-made, pre-molded merchandise. She would rather head home and edit some videos or pictures. She didn’t take any during the party; she didn’t even bother to announce where she was going to her fans or do a get ready with me video.It was all in her plan. She wanted to keep Rory a secret for as long as she possibly could. And him not even having a social media account, not even a social media presence, she was sure Rory was her diamond in the rough.And she wanted to keep her ‘diamond’ deep in the dirt, because if she was thinking right on her revenge, she was sure Rory would see the dark side of her that the internet has never and will never see in their life.Right now, on her to-do list, she has to edit s

Rory went to her back and gave a slight push. She held herself with her umbrella as she let herself feel the wind hit against her skin. They were like this for a few minutes. The music from the party was long lost due to their distance from the building.“As I was saying,”Rory slowed his push to listen to her.“I don’t want to marry. It should be a no-brainer, actually. Marrying a guy I never knew and even just knowing about him the day before?”She explained, and truly, she was making sense with what she was saying. The mere fact that they knew about each other just the day before was bizarre to think about.“And I am guessing you feel the same way.”“Yes. I also do not wish to marry you.”Christine hummed as she eyed her a bit more. “May I ask why?”“Why? Did I hurt your feelings?”She snorted and let out a light scoff. “As if. I have millions of people fawning over me; I doubt I care for another.”“Oh, really?” He asked, amused by her words."Yeah. Honestly, I’m after another thin

Isabella watched with twinkling eyes while Heidi looked at her with confusion. “Why did you do that? You should not have said anything and just let it slide.”Isa humphs like a little kid, looking away from the men to Heidi. “What? I told him he should keep his distaste for Rory at home. It didn’t matter if he was his blood or not, but he didn’t listen.”“And you chose this approach? Aren’t you worried about the outcome?”Heidi was familiar with men and their temper. She was grateful Nicholas was more on the restrained and nonchalant side, but even she didn’t dare to push his buttons too much.“Scared of what? He is someone I raised from the ground up; I can easily ruin him just as easily as pulling the rug from beneath his legs. And he would be like the tale.”“The tale?”“Yes, one where the man falls from grace to grass…” She grinned maliciously. She was a logical woman.She never loved Callum, and whether he knew it or not, it didn’t matter to her. Back in the day, Callum was the o

Air left Rory’s lungs as he looked behind him, matching towards the balcony door; he peeked out to it, his red hair tussling as he looked left and right before turning back to Christy.“Why would you say such a thing?!” He asked in a loud whisper. Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped the two champagne flutes she was holding on the rail.Rory eyed her for a bit before letting go of a sigh and walking back to her.“Champagne?”He just didn’t understand her. She was all over the place at this point, and it was really confusing and a bit frustrating. But she was offering a drink; who was he to resist it?“Thanks,” he mumbled. They stayed like that, just staring at the tree in front of them like they had some evil agenda against it or something.“This is some fine wine.”“Can we talk about what you literally just said minutes ago?” Rory ducked his head down, closer to her ears. She shivered as his breath tickled her neck. “You know about not wanting to marry me.”She also leaned closer to

Rory understood riches; after all, he was from a rich family. But it seemed like his father didn’t know how to use his ‘riches,’ as Rory couldn’t comprehend why or how you would have a ballroom in your house.Renting an event hall would be better than actively owning a ballroom in your house. But it wasn’t as though he was related to these people or anything, so it really wasn’t his business how and what they sent their money on.But…still…His eyes trailed through the high ceilings that had chandelier lights hanging from them, gold and silver lights all mixed and shining. Long gold drapes as curtains. Touching the material, I found it was soft and silky.The room buzzed with expensive glass clicking together and loud laughter from people who think everyone is involved in their conversation.Slipping his fingers, Rory tugged on his necktie as he felt choked by the entire place. He wanted to leave.Impossible.It would be an impossible feat.Fresh air?Yes, fresh air was a lot better t

The drive pulled to a stop. Alden’s estate loomed before them. The build was grand and luxurious. You could tell a lot more money was put into this than I thought. It was a luxurious manor of white stones and a sprawling shrub garden.Rory stepped out, head still in phone, scrolling through Harvey and his girlfriend’s Insta Life page. It seemed Harvey lived a different life than the one he showed at home.Balling with friends, partying at home, dates, and birthdays. s. It seemed like it was always fun and exciting for him.“Don’t make me smack that phone off your hands and into the gutter.” He heard his mother’s low, threatening voice from beside him.She felt like the devil standing behind you and threatening your well-being. He maintained contact with her before looking awake, tucking his phone inside his pockets.He could feel his father’s stare burning at him from behind. But he didn’t turn to meet his gaze. After scrolling through Insta Life for a while, he had come to terms with