LOGIN[MATURE CONTENT: DARK REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE] A rough hand covers my mouth, muffling my cry of surprise when I'm pushed against the fence. A muscular thigh pushes between my legs, and I stare at a red eyed Haeden. "Haeden?" It comes out on a heavy exhale. His pupils dilate, and I squirm against him as he presses even closer. "Fuck," He tangles his fingers into my hair and I cry out in pain. He tilts my head back not once loosening his hold on me. He leans in and forces his tongue down my throat. He produces a deep groan that vibrates through me. I whimper when he bites my bottom lip. He tilts my head and licks a trail up the length of my neck. "Haeden," I whisper, my voice thick. He finds my pulse and sucks, teeth grazing along my tendons. "Do you know how much I hate you?" he hisses into my ear, "Yet here I am, going crazy after seeing you dance with Ivy like that." His voice is husky. I gasp when he bites me, the points of his teeth digging into my skin. "We were just dancing," I whisper. He scoffs and presses his knee tighter against me. "You're fucking adorable, but you must be a niave little bitch if you think that didn't affect me, Stone, or Kingston," he growls into my ear. *** Ariella went from prized virgin to psycho pariah in less than a day. Her father, the Pastor of a church, mass murders a group of it’s members. She's the one to catch him red handed, literally. She becomes an outcast, with a target pinned to her. Making unlikely friends with delinquents, Ariella gives a sacrifice. Psychopathy is hereditary. Stone, Haeden, and Kingston just want to see if it's true.
View More"Did you hear the news?" Ivy smiles brightly when she sees me. I can't help but smile back. The last couple of days, she seemed to be in a better mood. She no longer ignores me, or glares at me when I ask something about her. "No, what is it?" I ask as I stop besides Kingston. He throws an arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side, "Melanie is moving. I don't think she can handle her pictures floating around." My eyebrows raise in surprise, "Oh wow." "You can't say you didn't expect it." Haeden chuckles, "You ruined her fuckin' life." I scratch the back of my neck, "Yeah, I guess leaked nudes do that." In all honesty, I don't regret it. The past me, the church girl that followed every rule laid out for her, would hate herself for doing it. But this me, the broken me, can't. Stone is about to reply when his eyes drift over my shoulder. They harden, and he stands straight as his fists clench at his sides. I glance behind me and am surprised to see Louis Masanove walking our
I bite my lip to hold in a laugh and glance down. She hasn't mentioned the pictures yet. Did Melanie not tell anyone about them? Or that it wasn't me who did it?She doesn't have proof."I hope you feel ashamed of yourself. You have a weeks detention, your lucky it was your first offense." She sighs and sits next to me. "I love that your smiling more, and getting out of your shell, but something like this can't happen again. Do you understand?" I nod my head. "She didn't mention anything about the pictures. Why wouldn't Melanie say anything?" I ask. Haeden leans against the trunk of the truck, his foot propped on a tire and a joint in his hand. It's unlit, just dangling between two fingers. I notice a look shared between stone and Kingston and straighten my back, my eyes narrowing between them. "Someone knows something. Spill it." Ivy sighs from next to me and pats my shoulder, "A minor threat goes a long way." My eyebrows raise as I look at all of them, "You threatened her to ke
Haeden just smirks at him. Kingstons hand reaches across from me, a lighter held between his long fingers. The back of his palm brushes against my boob. Blood rushes to my face at the small pleasure it brings.Haeden grabs the lighter, his fingers running over the curve of my nipple. I suck in a deep breath, teeth biteling onto my lower lip. I glance up, catch Stone watching from the mirror. He lifts his gaze from where they watch my mouth, to my eyes. Something dark clouds them, my stomach clenching with heat.Smoke fills my nose as Haeden takes a puff, one side of his mouth quirked up as he stares at me. ***The moment Stone pulls up to the boarded up house, we all climb out. Before I can take a step, my phone rings. I pull it out to see grandma calling me"Shit." I hiss."Principal probably called her." Ivy mutters as she looks over her shoulder at me. Kingston throws his arm around me and leans his head on mine, "You have fun with that, chica." She steps away and walks inside. H
My eyes widen when she lunges for me. I yelp when one of her hands digs into my scalp. The moment she pulls my hair, I don't see Melanie. I see Lucas. I remember the way he held me against his fridge, and remember the feeling of being trapped. And then it's gone, and I'm staring back at her crazed eyes."Oh shit, cat fight!" A voice that sounds suspiciously like Haeden shouts into the halls."I saw that coming." Ivy laughs."Of course she goes for her fuckin' hair," Kingston scoffs.Back to the present, I shake off the fear Lucas instilled into me, and I clutch Melanie's wrist. I push my thumb into her veins as hard as I can. I don't expect it to work, but her grip loosens. I snatch her hand away and slap her, feeling the wetness of her tears."Fuck, I never knew I needed this," Someone says from the crowd."Fuck that bitch up!" I can't tell who they are cheering for, but I also can't find it in me to care. Melanie helped ruin my life after years of friendship. She threw me away the
STONE POVWatching Ariella walk into my house wearing a summer dress that barely reaches her knees almost makes me bust a nut. I forget all about the girl sitting next to me, my eyes glued to her milky thighs hidden behind that swishing skirt. She always knew how to pull off the teasing-daughter-of-a
I pull open the church's door, and cringe. The main lights were turned off, leaving only the dimmed bulbs on the walls. I always thought the place looked creepy with the lights turned off. Like a haunting waiting to happen. I make my way to the kitchen in the back, reserved for the Sunday bread spl
With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths.Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphab
Define 'psychopath'. I frown. The word 'psychopath' is written in red, bold letters. It jumps out at me like a sore thumb, throbbing and painful. I slump back in my seat, knowing it's too much of a coincidence to not be a set up.I capture the attention of my desk mate, Emma. The girl with mousy b






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