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The Heart Is Too Strong

作者: Ravenna
last update 公開日: 2026-05-14 04:53:53
Selena didn't sleep. She lay in the dark listening to the mansion settle—pipes shifting, the distant hum of the AC, the weight of what happened on the terrace pressing down on her like something physical. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it: the heat of his mouth on hers. The way he'd tilted her jaw up with two fingers. The desperate sound he'd made when she'd kissed him back for exactly three seconds before pulling away.

Three seconds. That's all it took to destroy whatever equilibriu
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  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Barefoot

    The bass was still thumping through the dorm walls when I kicked the door open with my foot, a red Solo cup in each hand and my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. “Girl, move your ass or I’m pouring both of these on you,” I called out, laughing even though my stomach was in knots. Some curly-haired white girl I’d never seen before was already sprawled across my bed like she owned it, phone flashlight on, filming herself doing drunk makeup in my mirror. She glanced over her shoulder, grinned like we were besties, and said, “Yooo, you’re the soccer bitch with the braids, right? This room is fire.” I wanted to tell her to get the fuck off my sheets, but instead I just smirked. “Yeah, and you’re in my bed, so either help me hand these drinks out or get your drunk ass up.” She cackled and rolled off, snatching one of the cups. That’s when I saw the other two girls already posted up on the floor like they’d been waiting for me. One was this tiny, gorgeous Indian chick in

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Fountain

    The thing about Fountain Academy's prom is that everyone pretends it matters while secretly knowing it's meaningless. Which is exactly why everyone shows up acting like it's their last night on Earth.I'm wedged against the ballroom's east wall, watching Valentina Ashford work the room like she owns it—which, honestly, she basically does. She's been Rank One for as long as anyone remembers, which means she moves through Fountain's High like the school was built around her shadow. Golden dress. Golden hair catching the light from the ridiculous chandelier someone's dad probably donated. Golden, golden, gold.It's exhausting just watching it."You're at it again," Maya says, appearing next to me with two champagne flutes she definitely stole from the bar."What do you mean?""I mean, you look like you're mentally ranking everyone in the room by their IQ and finding them all disappointing."I don't bother denying it. That's because it's true, and Maya knows I'm not the type to waste ener

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Jayson and Thomas

    They were both staring at me like I'd just told them I'd committed murder."You went to his house," Mila said. Her voice was flat. Dangerous."I didn't know," I said quickly. "I swear to God, I didn't know it was him.""You went to his house," Jayson repeated. He was standing by the window, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack."I know how it looks—""Do you?" Mila asked. She was standing up now, pacing. "Do you actually know how this looks? You told me you deleted his contact. You told me you were done with him. And then you went to his house and fucked him.""I know," I said. I was crying now. "I know, and I'm sorry, but I didn't know he was the one who posted the video. I didn't know until Cassie called me literally after I was done."Jayson turned to look at me. "You came here after sleeping with him?""Yes, because I found out what he did and I—""So what, you got off, got caught, and decided to come confess?" Jayson said. His voice was hard. Harder than I'd

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   The Monster

    The penthouse was exactly what I expected. Glass walls overlooking the city. Modern art that probably cost way Everything pristine and cold and utterly Thomas.He was waiting for me when I arrived. Dark jeans. No shirt. Like he knew I wouldn't be able to resist the view of his chest."You came," he said, smiling like he'd known I would."I shouldn't have," I said immediately. "I need to tell you something."He walked toward me slowly. Predatory. Like he was hunting something."I'm in a throuple relationship," I said quickly, before I lost my nerve. "With Mila and Jayson. It's serious. It's commitment."Thomas didn't stop walking. He didn't even pause. He just kept coming until he was standing right in front of me."I don't care," he said simply."You should—"He kissed me before I could finish the sentence.It was the kind of kiss that made thinking impossible. Deep. Commanding. Like he was proving something. His hands came up and cupped my face, tilting my head the way he wanted it.

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Fountain

    There are two kinds of students at Fountain Senior High.The ones who spend every semester trying to climb into the Elite Ten, and the ones who pretend they don't care. But neither group is telling the truth.By the time I stepped through the school's wrought-iron gates that Monday morning, the campus already buzzed with the kind of nervous energy that only appeared on ranking day. Students crowded the walkways in neat uniforms, conversations overlapping as everyone tried to predict whose name would rise, whose would fall, and whose future would quietly unravel before the first period.The rankings were more than numbers. They decided scholarships, leadership positions, recommendations, and sometimes, if the rumors were true, the kind of future your parents had always imagined for you.I tightened my grip on my backpack strap and kept walking."You're doing it again."Reese appeared beside me without warning, matching my pace as though she'd been walking with me the whole time."What?

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Silence

    Dave hadn't touched me for six days. Not a real touch—the kind that meant something. The kind that said *I love you* or *I forgive you* or *I still want you*. I moved around our house like a ghost in my own life, cooking meals he barely ate, asking about his day and getting one-word grunts in return. The confession hung between us thicker than the cum Marcus had pumped into me that afternoon in the parking garage. Every time I sat down, I still felt the sticky reminder of my mistake, even after three showers. Even after trying to wash the guilt away with hot water and soap.I hated myself for it. Twelve years of him showing up, of him being *there*, and I'd thrown it away in five minutes in some intern's BMW. I had shattered the only one person who had never let me down. But God, my body wouldn't let me forget how good it felt—that frantic, no-holds-barred pounding while I bit his shoulder and came so hard my vision whited out. Different cock. Different rhythm with no routine. Just p

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Lights, Lies, and Leopard

    The Grand Kingsland Hotel ballroom glittered like a den of wolves wearing diamonds. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over hundreds of the city’s elite — businessmen, politicians, socialites — all circling each other with fake smiles and real knives. Selena stayed close to Matthew’s side, pai

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   The Unwelcome Guest

    Selena had been in the mansion for two days when Victoria showed up. She was in the library, going through design books—mostly to keep her mind occupied—when Margaret came in with an apologetic expression. "Miss Victoria is here to see Mr. Kingland," Margaret said carefully. Selena looked up from

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   Signed Away

    Selena's mother was in the private room at Royal Crest Hospital, looking stronger than she had in weeks. The upgrade had already happened. The surgery was already scheduled for tomorrow. Selena sat beside her mother's bed, smoothing down the expensive blanket, not quite ready to explain where the

  • One Year With Mr.Kingland   The Last Straw

    The smell of disinfectant and despair clung to everything in the hospital corridor. Selena Jesus sat on the cold plastic chair, elbows digging into her thighs, staring at the faded white floor tiles like they held answers. “The cancer has spread to her liver,” Dr. Patel said gently. “Without surg

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