All Chapters of No Saints in My Bed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AdelaideOphelia lay sprawled beside me, her fingers trailing lazy patterns across my bare stomach.I couldn’t stop smiling, though I tried to hide it by biting at my lip. The heat in my cheeks gave me away.“How was it?” she asked softly.I turned my head toward her, unable to help the little laugh that escaped me. “You know how it was. You must. You left me…” I trailed off, breath catching at the memory, “glowing.”Her eyes glittered with mischief, and she leaned in close enough that her nose brushed mine. “Then I’ve done my duty.”My grin widened.She leaned closer. “I know how inexperienced you are…”Heat traveled to my cheeks.“But you did so good yourself. I’m impressed!” She kissed the corner of my mouth before sitting up suddenly, excitement bursting from her. “Come with me tonight.”I blinked. “Tonight? Where?”“You’ll see.” She slid from the bed, tugging me with her. I reached for my gown, ready to lace myself up again, but she caught my wrist and shook her head. “No, no, th

StacyThe clock above the board ticked too loudly for how quiet the lecture hall was supposed to be. A hundred students packed into rows of desks, but half of them were already scrolling through their phones, half-listening at best.Professor Jacobs was at the front, a marker pen in his hand as he wrote the words Creative Writing 201: Narrative Tension across the board in neat block letters.His voice was soft and barely audible, a little nasal behind those large wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like someone who never quite shook off his shyness.He didn’t have the booming charisma of the other professors, but I… didn’t mind that.“Notice how the choice of detail,” he said, turning toward us, “is what makes a scene feel alive.” He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.“Not the grand action, but the smallest thing. Say, the way a character grips a pen, the way she hides a smile. The old man in the street with eyes that crinkle when he smiles. The little twinkle in her eyes wh

Jacobs Saturday at noon. I honestly hadn’t expected her to come. The moment she’d said it yesterday, I thought it was just a lie to cover herself in front of her friend. Something she’d forget by the next morning, just like the kiss… But then, my office door creaked open, and there she was. Stacy. Her hair was pulled back, a loose cropped hoodie hanging from her frame, but her eyes were bright, fixed on me with something swirling in them that made my stomach twist. I froze halfway through organizing the stack of essays on my desk. “You came,” I said before I could stop myself. She smirked. “What, you didn’t think I would?” I cleared my throat, fumbling with the papers. “Well, I—uh—I assumed yesterday was just… for show.” “Guess you assumed wrong.” She slid into the chair across from me, folding her arms on the desk. “So, Professor, what are we studying today?” My pulse jumped. I forced myself to look at the books, not her. “Maybe we could go over your essay outline.

UnknownThe lights in the abandoned basement flickered ahead. I huffed, my fingers tightening around the scalpel in my hand.It was about time I fixed the fucked-up wiring in this place; it was irritating. My job required careful precision, and it was annoying to do it under these conditions.I always wanted to fix it, but it’s not like I could just walk into a depot and get that much equipment—it was sure to raise a few eyebrows.Also, I didn’t have the time in between juggling college, work, and my side gig. I glanced at the naked, dead girl holed up in the corner; her skin was turning pale, and she was covered in cuts and bruises. I had to dispose of her soon.Okay, maybe a lot of people wouldn’t consider what I did a side gig, but it was important work, okay?The police, the media, and the entire fucking city were intrigued. It meant I was doing a good job. Now, if I were to dump bodies with haphazard cuts because of the terrible lights blurring my vision, then they wouldn’t be i

YasminThere was a live band on the stage playing the softest music. The multipurpose hall had been beautifully decorated. It was hard to believe it was the same place. The men were dressed in tuxedos, while the ladies had on fine dinner dresses.Everyone looked so happy. They were in different groups, chatting and laughing aloud. I wished I felt the same. I glanced at Tessa. She was on her third drink, waving at people she didn’t know.I wouldn’t even be here if Tessa and Eli had not cried sacrilege when I said I didn’t want to attend the gala we had been planning for since the beginning of the school year.I didn’t have a date because Ryan and I broke up, and I didn’t bother to find a last-minute one. All my friends were here with their dates. Even Ryan. He had brought someone too—not just anyone—his ex, Mira.“You okay?” Eli asked over the music. He was sitting beside me, quiet, with his usual soft smile fixed on his face.I nodded, pretending to check my phone. “Just tired.”He ti