LOGIN“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much, James.” It’s a whisper and a paradox because your body doesn’t—shouldn’t—tingle for a boy you hate. It doesn’t threaten to combust into flames; not from rage but from the clawing need to actually give in. It shouldn’t involuntarily arch back to give access to the last person that should be invading it. “But your body doesn’t, sweet Addie. It sings for me.” To enunciate his words, to show me that he is in control and my surrender is near, my walls of defense wearing thin; he traces his teeth along the curve of my neck. My response is a shudder and his, a knowing smile. He’s won. “I’d be crazy not to hum along to the sweet melody. I’d be crazy not to f*uck you senseless, Addie.” ****** The enmity between me and the resident bad boy of Nexus high has been festering for far too long. It’s a wound that I hoped would heal once I managed to graduate high school, but not only are my grades slipping, but he also barges into my life in the most unexpected way. My stepbrother.
View MoreADELINEMy forkful of pasta stops halfway to my mouth. I blink once, twice, set the fork back on the table, open my mouth, close it, words don’t form. Her words hang in the air and half of me expects her to pluck it right back so we can keep eating like the words never left her lips and I never heard them. But as random as they are, they’re also too real, too strong to be mere words that can be thrown around and taken back at will. Marriage?“You said you weren’t dating anymore.” I finally found my voice and those are the only words I can mutter in a quiet voice “I did.” She nods, twiddling her fingers. “But you just said you’re getting married!” My voice is anything but quiet now. My mother takes a defensive stance at the change in my tone. “Yes, I’m not dating anymore because I’m getting married.” She clarifies and I scoff, unable to believe how simple-minded she is, believing that is enough explanation for the bombshell she dropped. “You go to school Addie, dating and marria
ADELINEI hate James Sullivan but I hate mum’s bear hugs more. There was a time I used to love them; the time when it was just me and her after dad died. Whenever she pulled me into that tight embrace, I would smell dad all over her and in a way, it felt like he was still here with us and I didn’t have to miss him too much. Then she came home one day, smelling entirely different. For days, I tried and failed to figure out what changed. The new scent only grew stronger until the reason finally made itself known. It was the tall dark man I ran into in our kitchen one spring morning. He’d stayed the night and he was helping himself to breakfast from our fridge like he owned the place. Wallace, Mum’s first boyfriend. They broke up when I turned eight and it was one ugly breakup that had my mother secretly crying herself to sleep every night. I was too young to understand why she was always crying or why Wallace wasn’t lounging around our home anymore like the jobless prick he was. T
ADELINEIt lands square on his back before falling to the floor by the bed. The dead rat peeks out of the opening and the girl screams louder than I did when I first saw it. Both their reactions are satisfying to watch. The girl pushes him off her and while he struggles to keep his balance, she struggles to cover herself up but fails terribly so she runs past me anyway with more loose buttons on her blouse than I can count. Cussing as he pushes his hair back, he stands before aggressively kicking the paper bag to a corner of the room. He covers up the distance between us in two long strides. My eyes don’t waver even when James Sullivan Junior, self-acclaimed king of high school and my nemesis since the 9th grade stands chest-bare in front of me. Now I know what you’re thinking. But no; James and Nora aren’t in any way related. Not even remotely. It’s just so unfortunate that my favorite talent shares the last name of a douchebag who thinks he owns the school because a huge chunk o
ADELINEI stare down at the huge red F at the top right corner of my test sheet and dread pulls me into its icy waters, drowning me in it till I’m utterly frozen. “Just because you stare at it like that doesn’t mean the grade’s going to change, Addie.” It takes Cassidy’s snide remark to break the ice around me. Cassidy is my roommate; has been since the 10th grade when I moved out of my mother’s home in downtown Chicago and into the school’s dorm. My mother spent a shit-ton of money to get me a space here and it hadn’t mattered much to me then; after all, I was on a scholarship program and the school covered all of my tuition expenses. It was the least she could do to support me. I’d lied to her about the reasons I didn’t want to live with her anymore; told her I needed to stay close to school to practice better, to hone my Cello playing skills when in truth, I just got sick of coming home everyday from school to her and her lovers sucking faces. It pained her to do so but she let






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