I barely have time to react when my back collides with the cold wall of my room. Gray’s hands slams against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. his chest rises and falls. “You’re a coward,” he breathes his voice raspy. I swallow hard. “And you’re an asshole.” He smirks, but there’s no humor in it. “Maybe, but at least I don’t run from what I want.” I try to shove him away but with one hand he catches my wrists, pinning against the wall above my head. My breath hitches. His grip isn't painful, just firm and possessive. “You keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs as his lips brush against my jaw causing me to tilt my head, “but then you pretend you don’t want this.” “I don’t,” I whisper and even I don’t believe myself. Gray’s lips twitch, as if he’s amused. Then before I can stop him, his lips crash against mine. I gasp and that’s all it takes for him to deepen the kiss, his free hand sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. heat pulls in my stomach and moves between my legs. I should push him. I should slap him, make him stop… But I don’t. Because the moment his tongue brushes against mine, I’m gone. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… He is my tormentor, my stepbrother, my worst nightmare. Yet somehow in the dark, when the world isn't watching, he becomes something else, something forbidden. We're never meant to fall. Never meant to crave. But here we are, heading straight for disaster.
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“Pack your bags we’re moving.” My mother’s words echo in my mind as I shove my clothes angrily into my box.
This week has been hell, scratch that, way worse than hell. Yesterday, I walked in on the one person I called my best friend, Chloe, and my boyfriend Peter making out.
Peter and I were to hang out at his place but he couldn’t because he suddenly caught the flu, being the sweet and naive girlfriend I was, I decided to go over and check on him. Bring him some soup and tissues.
I Didn’t need to knock because I know his passcode...one two three four five six, yes, he’s an id*ot.
Turns out I should have just minded my business and stayed at home then maybe I wouldn’t have had to walk on both of them right there on his couch, her black hair tangled in his fingers.
Worst thing they didn’t even feel bad about it, Chloe just smirked and peter’s excuse? “You’ve been depressed lately, we needed to rely on each other.”
I throw another shirt into my suitcase. Depressed? I was only depressed because I was stuck with losers like you two.
I groan slamming my box shut and take a deep breath trying to get them both out of my mind.
“Raelynn, get down right this instant” my mum screams from downstairs.
“I’m coming mother!” I yell back yanking the suitcase off my bed.
As if last night wasn’t hard enough, I came back to hear my mum say we’re moving all the way to Tribeca and we stay in Queens Village meaning an hour and sixteen minutes drive and she won't even tell me the reason.
I give one more glance at my now empty bedroom, to some extent I’m going to miss this place.
A sigh escapes my lips as I drag my luggage’s down the stairs with a grunt. When my mum sees me, she crosses her arms and frowns.
“I told you to get ready last night. Now you are going to make us late and it’s your fault.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should have given me a little more notice,” I snap. “Or better yet, maybe I’ll just go live with dad.”
The moment the words leave my mouth I instantly regret them. The world seems to freeze for a moment and I can actually see my mother’s hand tremble.
“Raelynn…” her voice is softer now but the pin behind it is enough to make my stomach twist into knots with regret. I should know better than to bring him up.
She’s still scared. After everything he did to us...almost did to me, she’d have to be.
I clear my throat awkwardly and she shakes her head to snap out of it.
“Take your things out and make sure not to forget anything.”
I nod and does what she asked then head to the mail box. Won't need the new people moving in going through our mails…especially them.
“To Sarah.”
No senders address…again.
I stare at the five mails in my hands, a shiver runs down my spine. Quickly I stuff them into my bag so mum doesn’t see them, hopefully when we get to our new place, I’ll find a place to hide them from her, the way I did here.
“Let’s go.”
Mum shouts and I quickly tuck the letters away and rush to the car.
The car is quiet for a moment but something feels weird. I mean why are we moving and where did we even get the money to move to Tribeca that’s a place for rich people and mum and I are worse than broke.
“Where are we going?” I finally decide to ask.
But mum just shrugs. “You’ll see.”
I groan rolling my eyes. My thoughts drift back to Chloe and peter. I hate that we’re moving. I hate that it makes me feel like I’m running away and giving them room to play happy couple after what they have done to me.
Eventually I get tired and I don’t even realize when I drift off to sleep.
Hours later mum wakes me up and my eyes widen sleep immediately vanishing as I stare at the mansion in front of me. The car slows in front of a massive iron gate, which swings open as if on cue. Beyond it is a mansion straight out of a movie...white pillars, magacificent gardens, a fountain in the driveway.
“Holy cr*p,” I mutter, sitting up straighter. “Did you win the lottery? Or take out some insanely huge loan that we’ll never pay off?”
Mom rolls her eyes. “Neither. Now stop gawking and help with the bags.”
She parks, and I step out, still staring at the house like it might disappear if I blink too hard.
Once she parks a man approaches her and with a big smile on her face she steps out and hugs him.
“You are?”
They pull apart and the man turns to me extending a hand. “You must be Raelynn I've heard so much about you. I’m Edward”
I scowl at his hand. “And how do you know my mother?”
Mum sighs and turns to me. “Rae this is Edward, my fiancé.”
The words his me like a brick in the face.
Fiancé? Since when? How? Why?
“You’re joking.” I say flatly crossing my arms.
Edward chuckles awkwardly shoving his hand into his pocket. “I know this is a lot to take in...”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“Raelynn that’s enough.” Mum snaps. “Edward has been kind to take us in, so I suggest you show some respect.”
I bite back a retort, but my glare speaks for itself.
Edward clears his throat. “Why don’t I show you your room. I had it set up this morning.”
I don’t bother responding. Instead, I grab my suitcase and stomp past him, ignoring the man I assume is a butler reaching out for it.
The inside of the house makes me let out a gasp. Everything about it is overwhelming. From the high ceilings with golden chandeliers to the sparkling marble floors and furniture's that probably cost more than I can think of.
I’m so lost in awe I don’t notice someone standing behind me until their too close their presence too intense and suffocating.
Before I can turn around, two hands grip my shoulder firmly, keeping me in place.
“Enjoying the view?” the voice is smooth like a seductive whisper that makes you want to drown in it but the dangerous edge in it keeps you far away.
A shiver runs down my spine as his hot breath fans the back of my neck.
I try to turn around again but the grip on my shoulders tightens, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me how easily it could.
“You should enjoy it,” he murmurs, his tone mocking. “After all, you won't be here long.”
Grayson.I give her exactly one minute. A head start that's more mercy than she deserves after the stunt she pulled with Jace today. My heart thuds against my ribs like a caged animal as I pull out my phone, the screen lighting up with our locations, her blue dot moving through the hotel like prey that doesn't know it's already been caught.The distance between her dot and my red one isn't large. It never will be again.A smirk spreads across my lips as I watch her blue dot climb the stairs, and I follow like the predator I've always been when it comes to her. Every nerve in my body is pulled taut, warring between rational thought and the primal need clawing at my chest.Today has been shit from start to finish. The dream about Mom on the bus this morning. Jace's hands on Rae, his voice in her ear, making her laugh like I never could.The sensible thing would be to call it a night. Walk away. Let whatever this is between us burn itself out.But I can't get her out of my head. Can't st
Raelynn.My head snaps back to the front, jaw tight, spine locked. Did he really just…“Come here?” Who the hell does he think he is?My heart slams against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. I fight the urge to turn around. Fight the itch crawling down my spine, the heat licking up my throat. His gaze is still on me—I feel it, heavy and sharp.The noise in the hall fades. Jace is still talking beside me, but his voice becomes a soft blur compared to the deafening rhythm of my pulse. My lips part slightly. My breathing's off. My thighs squeeze together, a slick reminder of what I hate to admit: He hasn’t even touched me yet. Hasn’t said a word. Just mouthed a command.And I’m melting. Like some weak little thing. Like some girl who likes being told what to do.No. No. I’m not that girl…right?“Rae!”I jolt like I’ve been caught red-handed. Yara’s voice snaps me back. I blink at her, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling faster than I’d like to admit.“You good? I’ve been calling y
Raelynn“You can’t be serious.”A laugh bursts from my lips, the kind that starts in your chest and makes your whole body tremble. I have to clutch my stomach, breathing through the ache because I’ve laughed too much already. “No—shut up. You’re lying.”Jace just shrugs, wearing that boyish grin that makes it hard to tell when he’s serious. “Swear on my life,” he says, holding up two fingers like we’re in court. “The dude actually mistook my cologne for pepper spray and ran into a trash can.”“Oh my God—” I wheeze, nearly tipping over as I slap his arm. “You’re the worst.”"Your mouth's gonna hurt even more if you keep laughing like that," he says, but his tone is gentler now, almost careful.I wipe tears from my eyes, trying to catch my breath. "Worth it though. I haven't laughed this hard in ages."He stares at me, there’s a flicker—just a flash—in his eyes. Guilt? Teasing? I can’t tell. He brushes it off with another grin, but something in my stomach flips.We’ve been sitting on th
GraysonI've been standing in this fucking courtyard for what feels like hours, the sun bleeding orange across the sky while I stare up at her window like some kind of deranged stalker. My feet are rooted to this spot even though every rational part of my brain is screaming at me to walk away.Sloane's been talking the entire time—something about her summer in Europe, about the museums in Paris, about how much she's missed us. I've been giving her just enough attention to seem polite, throwing in the occasional "mmm" or "that's cool," but my focus keeps drifting like a magnet to that second-floor window.Where Norman is sitting on Rae's bed like he fucking belongs there.Why does she let him so close? A guy shouldn't even be in her room in the first place, especially not him. Not when he's looking at her like... like she's something precious. Something worth protecting.The thought makes my jaw clench so hard I'm surprised my teeth don't crack."Gray, are you even listening to me?" Sl
Raelynn"A week with SilverHigh? Now that's going to be drama." Yara loops her arm with mine as we head inside, practically vibrating with excitement. Her voice keeps rolling—shared space this, rivalries that, who might throw the first punch—but her words fade into background noise.Because laughter echoes behind us. Rich, genuine laughter that makes my stomach clench.I glance over my shoulder and immediately wish I hadn't.Gray. He's standing close—too close—to some girl with sleek black hair that catches the light like silk and a smile so bright it could power the entire hotel. Her hand brushes his arm, fingers lingering, and it's so casual, so natural, that something cold and sharp spreads through my chest like poison.They look like they've known each other since childhood. Like they share inside jokes and memories I'll never be part of. Like she belongs in his space in a way that makes my skin crawl."You're going to trip if you keep craning your neck like that," Yara mutters, y
My brows furrow in confusion as Jace steps closer, his face a mix of surprise and something that looks almost... pleased? What's more surprising is the fact that he's not alone and has an entourage of people behind him wearing Silver High jackets.So that's what they were looking at."Hey," I offer a small smile, suddenly feeling awkward under the weight of all these stares. Jace was pretty chill the last time I met him, but I still know practically nothing about him. Plus he conveniently forgot to mention the whole SilverHigh/KAQ war thing, whatever that's about anyway."I thought I was dreaming for a sec," he smirks in that flirty way that reminds me of Grayson when he's being particularly insufferable.Ugh, stop thinking about him already."Since I've been seeing you a lot in my dreams."My face twists like I'm physically pained, which causes him to chuckle. "Do NOT say stuff like that." My voice is firm though my lips betray me by twitching into a smile.He raises his hands up in m
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