Todos os capítulos de Bitten After Midnight: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

DelaneyI was never drinking again.Ever.Not for a million dollars, a lifetime supply of chocolate, and free tuition. Actually, maybe for the tuition. College was expensive as shit.I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and nearly face-planted into a bush."Whoa. Okay. Rude."I pointed at the pavement, though I wasn't entirely sure which of the three cracks I was supposed to be mad at. "You shouldn't be there."The sidewalk, unsurprisingly, didn't apologize.I giggled, then immediately regretted it when my stomach rolled over like a dog begging for a treat.Oh, God. I was going to die.Nineteen years old, barely three weeks into my freshman year at Greyhaven University, and I was going to die because some idiot named Trevor had convinced me vodka tasted just like lemonade.It did not. It tasted like poor decisions.And apparently I had made several.I stopped beneath a streetlight and leaned against the pole, taking a moment to appreciate how wonderfully solid it was.Unlike the gro

DelaneyBy four that afternoon, I was seriously considering dropping out of college, changing my name, and becoming a stripper.At least strippers got paid to deal with bullshit. I was paying thousands of dollars for the privilege.I sat in the library with my laptop glowing in front of me, trying to decide which overdue assignment deserved my attention first. Psychology. English composition. Introduction to Sociology. Apparently, losing two days of your life was enough to completely fuck up your academic schedule.Who knew?I rubbed my temples. My head still ached, though the nausea had finally given up after I'd forced down a sandwich and roughly three bottles of water.Strangely, I was still hungry. Really hungry. I'd eaten breakfast before my psychology lecture and lunch two hours later, which should have held me until dinner. Instead, my stomach felt like it was trying to digest itself from the inside.I ignored it. Food could wait. My grades couldn't.I checked my email for the

DelaneyBy Wednesday morning, I had officially decided that college was a scam. A very expensive, emotionally exhausting scam.Between missing two days of classes, getting creepy texts from an unknown number, and apparently attracting the attention of Greyhaven's most suspicious group of attractive seniors, I was starting to wonder if a degree was worth the trouble.I was also starting to wonder about my sanity, because last night, after spotting that figure across from my dorm, I'd done something incredibly stupid.I'd gone outside.By the time I reached the sidewalk, whoever had been standing under the trees was gone. So was the guy with green eyes. I'd spent twenty minutes wandering around in the dark looking for two men I didn't know, all because some anonymous asshole wanted to play mind games.Excellent decision making, Delaney.No new messages had come through since. After three hours of tossing and turning, I'd finally fallen asleep sometime after midnight, and now I was runni

DelaneyI was beginning to think Harper Ellis had a problem with boundaries.Not in a creepy, serial killer kind of way. More like an overly excited golden retriever that had just discovered friendship.My phone started buzzing at exactly seven thirty Thursday morning.GOOD MORNING BEAUTIFUL!Are you awake?Don't forget coffee!Also, do you like breakfast sandwiches?I squinted at the screen through half closed eyes. Jesus Christ. What kind of psychopath had this much energy before eight?I rolled onto my back and typed. Are you always this loud?Her reply landed instantly. Yes. ❤️I snorted. At least she was honest.Across the room, Sloane groaned and shoved a pillow over her head. "Can you stop making noise?""I'm literally lying in bed.""Your phone keeps vibrating.""Then stop listening to it."She lifted the pillow just enough to glare at me. "God, you're annoying.""Good morning to you too, sunshine."I rolled out of bed before she could answer. Five minutes later, my phone buzz

DelaneyBy Saturday afternoon, I had decided there was something deeply wrong with men.Not all men. Probably.But definitely the two currently making my life unnecessarily complicated.Callan Reid had spent the entire morning flirting with me so shamelessly that even Harper had eventually thrown a pillow at his head.Kellan Hayes, on the other hand, had barely spoken to me at all, and somehow that felt worse. Silence from him had a weight to it, like a closed door I kept walking past.Movie night at their house wasn’t supposed to start until seven, but Harper had insisted I come over early. Apparently, “movie night” required approximately six hours of preparation. I still wasn’t sure what we were preparing for. The apocalypse, maybe.Their house sat about ten minutes from campus, tucked into one of those older neighborhoods where enormous oak trees arched over the street and dropped golden leaves across the lawns.The houses were far too grand for college students, with wide porches