The end? Just kidding. We have the last and final to go(^^)
EVA. Emerson holds my hand as I stand in front of her grave, and I smile at him before I drop the flower I have in hand. Straightening up, I say, "Today is our birthday. Though, physically you aren't here to celebrate it with me. I know you're watching me with a smile, and I just want to thank you for being such an amazing sister. And for taking care of me the best way you could have ever. I've always thought it's selfish to celebrate and be happy on this day without you, but recently, I've found out that what's truly selfish is refusing to celebrate this day with beautiful memories of you, so I promise to never do that from now on. " With a heavy sigh, I speak my last words, "Thank you, sister. For your sacrifice; I'll never forget all that you did for me, and I'll always love you, Lena. Always. " I rest my head against him when Emerson moves to my side and slides a hand around my shoulder. "You did amazing, baby. " He whispers, and I hum, letting him stroke my hair before I g
We're at the end!!! Woohoo!Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end. I still find it hard to believe at times when I look at how far I've come, and how many of you have travelled with me through this journey. I recognize some of you from my very first book, A Night With The Billionaire, and you have no idea how glad it warms my heart to see you up till now. Thank you very much for enduring and for staying. I
Hey, Sweethearts!(^^) I'm back! Who've missed me and my daily notifications? Haha. So this is the announcement I promised to make last Friday. CRAVE is now out for your reading. There are currently three chapters available, and you can click on my author's icon to read or simply search for it. And while you're at that, please remember this is a new book and will be needing your support in terms of gems, comments and reviews. I hope you'll be willing to give that:-) That will be all, and this will possibly the last notification on Hatred. I'll see you guys on CRAVE. Btw, how many have reread while waiting for the new book? Haha.
EVA. "How did last night go?" Aliya grins at me as she slumps on the bed and I roll my eyes, shutting the door behind me. "Bad. Honestly bad. " She sits up with wide eyes, "Are you serious? I thought you caught that blonde guy. " I shake my head and stride towards her, taking the seat next to her. "That bastard has a girlfriend– or had. " "Aw, you poor thing. " She coos, wrapping her hands around my neck and I swat her hand away, which causes her to laugh. "You shouldn't think too much into it, babe. His loss. We still have time before we head to college so plenty of time to catch fun. " "Yeah, " I breathe. "How did yours go?" When her lips spread into a wide smile, I know she had a better night at getting fucked than I did. A damn lucky bitch. "Okay, so I met this girl. She was so hot: We were talking one moment
EVA. "You look stressed. " Aliya remarks as she walks through the door and I nod, looking behind her. "Did she leave?" She nods and throws herself beside me. "She said to call her later. " "But you won't do that, will you?" I lift my brows at her and she smirks, saying, "No chance. " I laugh and shake my head. "Why aren't you on the bed?" She asks and I narrow my eyes. "The bed you just had that girl doing God knows what? Nah, I'll pass. " "We didn't do much. Do you want the details?" She cocks her brows and I frown. "What? No! Fuck off, Aliya. " She chuckles and moves to the bed. A sigh leaves her parted lips as she lays back and throws her head to the side. "I'm afraid she ruined me for everyone else, Evie. Janet was so damn good, but God help me– I couldn't stop picturing that girl while she had her tongue on
EVA. Being in the same room with Emerson Ford is never a good option. We can't stay around each other without having a clash, and this... I saw this coming the moment I walked through the door and sighted him with his friends. I haven't been in the same room with Emerson since we graduated high school. And that's right; I went to the same high school with the guy I hate so much. With the ever-flowing rage between us, being miles apart from each other is the best thing that could ever happen, but somehow someway– we always end up in the same area. The office. School... My house. This is a scenario that's occurred over too many times. Emerson staring down at me with that annoying smirk on his face, and me fuming in anger, wishing I could throw my fist in his face and restructure the sight I hate so damn much– not that I haven't tried several times.
EVA. I freeze in my stand and my eyes are wide as I watch Emerson's lip move against mine. This isn't something I expected, but there is a small fraction that anticipated this: The anger that was burning between us to be fueled into something else. Something unexplainable. Something delirious. I had set the trap, but I didn't think Emerson would take the bait. Emerson forces my mouth open and slides his tongue through my parted lips, pushing me hard against the elevator wall as his mouth ravages mine and his hand moves to the back of my head, pulling at my ponytail and tilting my head to the back; giving him more opening to plunder my mouth. Disbelief dances through my veins as Emerson Ford kisses me rough and hard in a way that reflects how it's always been between us. The warmth in my lower belly explodes into an unbearable sensation that
EVA. "Last night here. I'm gonna miss this place. " Aliya sighs as she stares around the club. "Why did you choose here though? I thought we were heading to the recently opened one downtown?" I ask her as I take a sip of my vodka and Aliya tries to avoid my gaze as she speaks, redness coating her flushed cheekbones. "No reason. I just thought—" "Thought you would see that nameless fuck of yours?" A mocking smile rests on my lips as I raise my brows at her and she rolls her eyes. "It was a instinct, okay?" I hum with a shrug. "Explains why you aren't out of your seat in search of someone to fuck. " "Shut up, Evie. " She groans and I laugh, taking another sip of my vodka. "You're on your seat, " she drops her gaze to my lap and I nod. "I think that's pretty obvious, Aliya. " "Why are you on your seat? I thought you were going to make the best out of your last day to party? You probably will go back to stuffing t