All Chapters of Falling for my greatest Nemesis, Killian Blackwood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HAZEL POV The bass at the Omega fraternity party vibrated straight through the soles of my sneakers. I pressed my back against the crowded hallway wall, gripping my red plastic cup like a shield. "Just blend in," my best friend, Winter, had whispered before disappearing into the sea of dancing bodies with Mila. I didn't want to blend in. I wanted to vanish. At five feet tall, hiding in a crowd of elite, wealthy students should have been easy. But Legacy Thorne University was crawling with predators. Suddenly, a heavy arm clamped around my shoulders. The scent of cheap alcohol and expensive cologne hit me. "Look what we have here," a loud voice boomed. It was Jason Jax, one of the notorious campus bikers. He smirked down at me, his eyes glassy. "A freshman. And she looks terrified." "Let go of me," I murmured, my heart hammering against my ribs. A crowd instantly formed around us. I tried to duck under his arm. He yanked me back against him before I’d moved an inch. “Where you

HAZEL POV The campus clock tower chimed midnight. Cold wind whipped my long black hair across my face as I stood outside the campus maintenance garage. The massive metal doors were cracked open just an inch, a sliver of harsh yellow light cutting through the pitch-black darkness. My phone weighed a thousand pounds in my pocket. If I turned around and went back to my dorm, my past would be uploaded to the forum by 12:01. The fat girl from London. The girl who was locked in a janitor’s closet for hours while classmates laughed outside. I had spent three years starving myself, running until my lungs burned, and rewriting my entire identity to bury that girl. I couldn't let Killian dig her back up. I pushed the heavy metal door open. It screeched against the concrete floor. The garage smelled of engine oil, gasoline, and stale cigarette smoke. Three sleek, black motorcycles were parked in a neat row. Sitting on the hood of a dismantled sports car was Lucian Vane, tossing a silver pock

HAZEL POV Two weeks had passed, and the world I knew was completely shattered. I was barely sleeping, balancing Killian's insane demands with my own classes. Winter and Mila had given me an earful when I went back to the dorm that morning two weeks ago. “Hazel, wait up.” Conner caught up with me outside the library, falling into step beside me. “You look like you haven’t slept in forever,” he said. “Just classes. Been reading the syllabus for English class.” “You actually read the entire syllabus?” Conner laughed, shifting his backpack. “I had to,” I said, forcing a smile. “If I fail this midterm, my scholarship is toast. Unlike some people, I can’t just buy my way out of a bad grade.” “Hey, I don’t buy my grades. I charm the professors. Big difference.” Conner stepped off the curb, walking backward to face me. He kept a respectful distance. He didn’t grab my wrist or crowd me. He just talked to me like a normal person. “Seriously, though, if you need a study partner, I’m fre

HAZEL POV I stood on the gravel driveway of the cottage, the oversized black hoodie swishing against my thighs, my knees still shaking slightly from exhaustion. Killian walked out of the cabin, locking the heavy wooden door behind him. He looked entirely unaffected by the lack of sleep. He held out the spare black helmet. "Put it on," he commanded. I took the helmet, my bandaged palms stinging as my fingers gripped the hard plastic. "Are we going back to the campus?" "Where else would we go, sweetpea?" Killian stepped over the bike, his long legs settling effortlessly on either side of the machine. He gripped the handlebars, his bare forearms flexing, the dark ink shifting under his skin. "Classes start in an hour. You have an economics quiz, don't you?" My breath hitched. I hadn't told him about the quiz. "How do you know my schedule?" Killian tilted his head back, his pitch-black eyes locking onto mine. “I told you. I know everything about you . Now get on before I make you

HAZEL POV The sting in my palm lasted long after the sound of Killian’s heavy boots faded up the basement stairs. I didn't wait around for him to return. I packed the economics notes back into my bag with trembling fingers, slung it over my shoulder, and bolted out of the library basement. The wind bit through my thin t-shirt, making me shiver violently as I ran all the way back to the dorm. I slipped through the heavy doors of the dormitory, I unlocked my room, the silence was suffocating. On my side, everything was neat and sparse. On the other side, Winter’s desk was cluttered with colorful makeup palettes and framed photos of us from home. Winter was already fast asleep, her back turned completely toward my side of the room. She hadn't left a lamp on for me tonight. The rejection cut deeper into my chest. I dropped my bag on the floor and pulled off my sneakers, trying not to make a sound. I was just reaching for an oversized t-shirt to change into when my phone vibrated vio