Novels by Pen goddess

POV: EthanI stared at the message on my phone, my heart beating fast. “I just arrived. Where are you?” The words from Julian made my stomach twist. What the hell was he doing here? He was not supposed to show up at my new school. I had ignored his texts for days, hoping he would get the message and stay away. Now he was here, in the same building, waiting for me.I kept walking down the hallway without looking up, my mind racing. Why now? After everything with Lucas, the last thing I needed was Julian appearing and making things more complicated. My thumb hovered over the reply button, but I did not know what to say.I didn't see where I was going. My shoulder slammed hard into something solid, like a wall. My phone flew from my hand and hit the floor. I looked up quickly, ready to apologize, but my words died in my throat. It was not a wall. It was Lucas.He stood there, tall and broad, holding my phone in his hand. His eyes were dark as he looked at the screen. My heart jumped.“Ar

POV: Lucas“Who the fuck is Julian?” I asked again, my voice low and sharp. The movie credits were still rolling on the TV, but I no longer cared about the film. My hand stayed tight on Ethan’s knee as I stared at him, waiting. The name on his phone screen had lit something ugly inside me.Ethan quickly turned the phone face down and shifted away slightly. “It’s not something important,” he said, his voice quiet. “I have a reason for keeping it like that.”I leaned forward, heart pounding. “A reason? Since when do you keep secrets from me, Ethan? We live in the same room. We share everything now. Or at least I thought we did.”He looked uncomfortable, eyes fixed on the dark TV screen. “It’s from my old school. Just someone I used to know. Nothing serious.”His words didn't calm me. If anything, they made the discomfort grow. I couldn't help but wonder when this started. When had Ethan begun hiding parts of himself from me? The thought twisted in my gut. I had not seen him with any gir

POV: LucasEthan was on his knees.The sight of him like that, naked, flushed, eyes wide with shame and desperate need hit me harder than any game-winning shot ever could. My cock throbbed painfully against my loosened pants as I stared down at him. He looked so fucking conflicted, lips parted, chest rising fast, like part of him still wanted to run. But he didn’t. He stayed right there, trembling.“Crawl to me,” I repeated, voice low and rough. “Say my name.”His face burned red. I saw the fight in his eyes, the way his hands clenched on the floor. He hated this. Hated how much he wanted it. But slowly, painfully, he started moving forward on his hands and knees, whispering brokenly, “Lucas… Lucas, please…”Each crawl made my blood run hotter. When he finally reached me, I tangled my fingers in his messy hair and guided his mouth to my cock. The first wet heat of his lips wrapping around me pulled a deep groan from my throat. He was hesitant at first, but then he took me deeper, t

POV: EthanLucas held my wrists tight above my head, pinning me against the wall. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. His body pressed into mine, hot and solid, and I could barely breathe. The towel had slipped off completely, leaving me naked while he was still fully dressed. His eyes locked on mine, dark and full of something I couldn’t name.I breathed hard, chest rising and falling fast. My mind spun. Why did this feel so familiar? The pressure of his hands, the way his hips pushed against me, the heat of his breath on my neck. It was exactly like the dream. But the longer I stared at him, the clearer it became. That wasn’t a dream. It had really happened. We had done this before. Lucas had been inside me, touching me, making me moan his name. And he had pretended like nothing changed between us.The realization hit me like a wave. My face burned. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t a dream,” I whispered.Lucas’s lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. He didn’t deny it.

POV: EthanI grabbed my bag from the narrow infirmary bed, slinging it over my shoulder with more force than necessary. My hands were still shaking. The nurse had left ten minutes ago, muttering something about resting, but I couldn’t stay in that room another second. Not with Lucas’s voice still echoing in my head from earlier. Not with the memory of his body pressed too close against mine in the empty hallway, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered things no stepbrother should ever say.That idiot really has his way to annoy me.I pushed open the door and stepped into the quiet hallway, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. The school was mostly empty now, the final bell long gone. I hated how my skin still tingled where his fingers had brushed my wrist.I headed downstairs, feet moving fast on the stairs. Then I saw him.Lucas was leaning against the wall near the exit, arms crossed, looking effortlessly cool in his basketball jersey. He straightened when he saw me, like he’d been wait

POV: LucasI sat at the back of the class, arms crossed, eyes locked on Ethan’s neck. There it was — a fresh bruise, dark against his skin, just above his collar. My jaw tightened. I had warned that idiot to stay out of my circle. Told him clearly to keep his head down and not get involved in my shit. But he wouldn’t listen.How the hell did he even pick a fight with Tyler? If he hadn’t jumped in and stopped us in the basement, none of this would’ve happened. The thought made my blood boil. No one else has the right to touch Ethan. No one else gets to hit him, mark him, or even look at him the wrong way. That right belonged to me only.I stared at him, frustration building in my chest. Why was he so different? Why did he have to show up in my life, mess with my head, and make everything complicated? He sat there with his head bowed the whole lecture, shoulders hunched like he was trying to disappear. It pissed me off even more.Mrs. Harper noticed too. “Ethan? Are you paying attention