Novel-novel oleh Stephany

Elena's POV“Your what?!” I blurt out with my voice echoing through the quiet space.Ryan Blackwood just stands there calm as ever with his hands tucked into his pockets like he’s talking about the weather. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead and his eyes... those cold, unreadable eyes... don’t even flinch.“I said,” he repeats slowly, “I want you to pose as my girlfriend for two months. Nothing more.”I blink at him, sure I must’ve heard wrong. “You… what?!” I repeat again because seriously who even says stuff like that?He shrugs lightly like it’s no big deal. “It’s simple, Elena. You just have to pretend. Two months that’s all.”My jaw drops. “Are you insane? Why would I ever agree to something that ridiculous?”He takes a step closer with his smirk faint but still there. “Because you owe me.”I frown. “Owe you? For what? I already thanked you...”“Thanking me isn’t enough,” he cuts in. His tone is sharp and firm. “You’d have been expelled if I hadn’t stepped in. So

Ryan's POV“Ryan... oh god, Ryan...”Emma’s voice comes in a high and breathy moan next to my ear and her nails dig into my shoulders. It’s fine.. It’s what I’m here for but I’m getting bored of this. I want a different view.In one smooth movement I flip us over. She lets out a small surprised gasp as she lands on top of me with her blonde hair fanning across my face.“Your turn.” I murmur with my hands finding her hips and guiding her, setting a slow deep rhythm.She gets the idea quickly with her eyes fluttering shut as she moves. I let my hands roam up her sides and cup her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to make her whimper. That’s better. This is the part I like... the control, even when I’m letting her do the work. I watch her, detached as her breathing gets faster and more ragged. She’s putting on a show and I’m just waiting for the finale.It doesn’t take long. Her body goes stiff with a sharp cry tearing from her throat and that’s my cue. I let go with my own release co

Elena's POV“Are you kidding me right now, Cara?” I slam the bedroom door behind me and glare at her. “You had me risk my neck for you while you were off screwing Brayden in the restrooms?”Cara looks up from her phone, blinking like she’s just been caught doing something innocent. “Oh please, Elena. Don’t act like you did me a huge favor.”I stare at her in disbelief. “I literally sat in your class pretending to be you! Professor Crane almost caught me! I could’ve been expelled!”She scoffs, tossing her phone on the bed. “Yeah, but you weren’t. You’re fine.”“Fine?” I repeat, raising my voice. “You were supposed to be in class, not having sex in a restroom stall!”“Don’t talk like you’re my mother,” she fires back, standing up. “Besides, I heard about you.”“What about me?”“Oh, come on,” she says with a smug grin. “You sat next to him. Ryan Blackwood. Everyone’s talking about it.”I frown, confused. “So? I just took the first empty seat I could find.”She laughs like I’ve said s

Elena’s POVRyan’s hand is warm around my wrist.. firm but not rough and my heart is pounding like it’s trying to break out of my chest.“Let me go,” I whisper, trying to pull free.He looks at me... really looks at me with those blue eyes sharp but calm. “I’ve never seen you before,” he says with a low voice. “You’re new here?”His question catches me off guard. “Uh… no,” I stammer. “I mean, yes...no. Kind of.” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.Ryan’s lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. “No one ever sits next to me.”“Yeah, no kidding. I wonder why,” I mumble, still tugging at my wrist.Before he can say anything else, the classroom door opens and Professor Alden Crane strides in with his long coat flapping behind him.Crap.I freeze while everyone scrambles into their seats pretending like they weren’t whispering about me seconds ago. Ryan finally lets go of my hand and I drop into my chair beside him trying to look invisible.“Good morning everyone,” Professor C

Elena's POV “No, Cara. I’m not doing it.”I stand in front of my sister with arms crossed trying to make my voice sound firm. She’s leaning against her dresser flipping her hair like this is nothing serious.“Elena please,” she whines, dragging out the word like it’ll help. “It’s just one class. One tiny class. You’ll be in and out before anyone notices.”“You’re in the senior class, Cara. I’m not even close to that level. What if someone figures it out?”She rolls her eyes. “No one’s going to notice. The lecture hall is huge and half the students are barely attentive anyway.”“Cara…” I rub my forehead. “I can’t. This is your mess.”“Oh really?” she says, tilting her head. “Because I don’t remember you saying that when I covered for you last semester after you missed your curfew. Or when I helped you finish your art project. Or when I...”“Okay, okay, stop,” I interrupt before she lists her entire resume of good deeds.She smiles smugly. “Thought so.”“That’s not fair,” I mutter.S