I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately.Queen Of AceWhat is this novel all about?=If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.Warning: This book will contain the following•Sibling-rivalry•Cussing•Abortion•Sexual content•Triggering issues~*~BlurbThe story about Kourtney Devaraux, the what-so-called Queen B who is misunderstood by a lot of people. She's overlooked as someone who will come for those who threaten her. But it's the other way around.When unfortunate circumstance brings a blessing in Kourtney's life that she has to hide from her parents, she's forced to keep it

The clinking of utensils against the glass plate was the only audible thing resounding the dining room. I was casually glancing at everyone through my lashes while twirling the fork on the pasta.My head was starting to weigh a hundred times heavier, and there was something in my stomach that made me want to vomit. I couldn't eat. I felt nauseous.I watched as Dad reached for the napkin, wiping off the excess grease around his lips. His gaze was fixed at me, his eyes were filled with disapproval before putting his elbow on the table."Kourtney," he called, making me sit upright and draw my attention to him. "Your food."I flitted my eyes back at the pasta laying in front of me, uneaten. I let go of the fork and cleared my throat."I can't eat," I admitted, as I clasped both of my hands below the table.My knee was bouncing uncontrollably, and the more I stared at Dad, the

I sat on the couch of their living room, with my constant lip-biting and fidgeting hands. Liam had lit up the fireplace before us, as the warmth it emitted caused my mind to feel at ease. Thrusting my hands nearer to the fireplace, I rubbed them together and noticed Liam standing at the side of my eye. I flicked my eyes towards him, as he handed a glass of water to me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking it and chugged it down my throat."Is there something wrong?" Liam asked and settled on the seat beside me.I scoot over to make enough room for him, as I tugged a faint smile. The tears were welling in my eyes, and my chest was tightening. I gripped the glass I was holding, making my knuckles turn white."My mom and dad found out about my pregnancy," I blurted, a lump started to form in my throat as I gulped.Mom and Dad were never in favor of my relationship with Liam. Nevertheless, I still p

Two weeks had gone by, and I used all those times to get myself collected before the school started on Monday. I'd been self-reflecting lately, as I continued to shake off the trauma I had these past few days. After what happened, my relationship with Mom and Dad drastically changed, and Lindsey was the reason behind it.I had been giving her a silent-treatment. I guess it was what she deserved after all, and I also didn't have some time to waste on her. She was now the center of attention— Mom and Dad were continuously praising her for little things she did as if it would affect me. That was what she wanted after all: attention. She deserved it. I would just watch her until she failed Mom and Dad and she would also be a disappointment.Earlier this morning, I contacted Emma so we could unwind this weekend. I invited her for some mani-pedi, hair treatment, and shopping spree. In that way, I could release all the stress the summer break had caused me and prepare f

The car window slid open, as I peered outside and spotted Emma, strutting towards my car. She held a stack of books in her arms, as her strawberry-blonde hair kept on cascading to her face. She was grimacing, and she seemed like she was dragging her feet along the pathway.I took the large sunglasses off my face, plopping it on the dashboard before opening the car door. Stepping outside, I smoothed the edges of my pleated, black skirt and approached Emma. She was in a haste and just before the books fell out if her brace, I caught it as she tugged a grateful smile."What happened to you?" I asked, grabbing some of the textbooks."Dad made me bring all these textbooks because I needed to study extra hard this time," she answered, her brows were furrowed together."Did you fail in eleventh grade?" I pulled the door of the passenger's seat open and flung the textbooks inside."Nope." She shut