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He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

My fingers trembled as I slid the paper out. Ava, the letter began. I’m not good at talking thing. You know that. But if you’re reading this, it means I’ve realized that being the "bad boy" is exhausting. It’s a mask. You’re the only person who looks at me and sees the guy I actually want to be. Don't give up on me yet.

And when they finally fell into place, I found a love more beautiful than anything I’d ever imagined. I found a man I adore more than anything in the world, and the bond between us burns so bright. So strong, that it’s unbreakable. THE END ******************************************* Thank you for joining me on Cal and Nessa's journey! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. My next book will be another standalone connected to the six-pack universe- keep an eye out for Cole's story: THE DENVER ALPHA, which will start releasing in early January.

Who knows red ink is a perfect score. "No!" Adrian hastily closes some of his opened books and reveals some of his embarrassing value. He mentioned his order to the waitress who asked him after asking Alsava earlier. "I want to see, period." Alsava seized forcibly the books Adrian was about to put in his bag. Before Adrian could react, Alsava was satisfied flipping through the pages of the books she had robbed of the owner's hand. The ability to read quickly turned out to be of use.

“She’s so far out of your league, it’s not even funny. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, smart and clearly has money if that bike is any indication. And you think she wants you? She’s probably got a paid education to Harvard Business school and a job lined up at her daddies company. She doesn’t need some trailer trash wannabe fucking up her life. You should really just do her a favour and leave her alone.” I can feel my face burning as the anger burns through me. “Fuck you, Ben.” I seathe out before storming upstairs and shutting myself in my room. FUCK! He should not be able to get under my skin like this. Usually I don’t pay any attention to his bullshit but this hits me hard. And I know that it’s

I lashed at her and there began the World War 3000! “Who do you think you are Zack?? What do you think of yourself?? First, you start drinking at an illegal age and now, I had to bail you out from jail?? Seriously, you have gone to that level of being a teenage bad boy??” she scorned at me taking all her wrath out at once.

The interior of the house was uttermost beautiful. Entering into his room, I wasn't surprised by the nature of the room. There were clothes littered everywhere, the bed covers weren't well laid, and the books were scattered across the floor, a typical boy's room indeed. I removed the bracelet from my bag and placed it back on the table opposite his bed. The table had a series of books and mostly were literature books. I was in disbelief that Mac could actually have a thing for literature. Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious.

I almost peed my pant when the sound of boots hit the pavement, and taking a look below, was Jordan. The epitome of the bad boy stereotype. He’s dressed in a fitted leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders. His jeans were dark and well-fitted, and his boots were polished to a high shine. His hair was artfully disheveled, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He had a dangerous air about him, but he was undeniably attractive. I couldn't help but be drawn to him, even as I tried to maintain my composure. I noticed how Cassidy turned as rigid as a statue, which had me almost bursting into laughter.

I said slowly, as if testing the word on my lips. "That's it." He beamed. The waiter brought our food which was steak and we started to eat. I hadn't expected less from the food here, it was medium rare and really delicious. Rowan and I chatted while we ate. I got to know that I was his first girlfriend, but he once had a crush on a girl who blatantly turned him down after he asked her out. He refused to tell me the girl's name though. I didn't know why anyone would turn a guy like Rowan down, he was sweet, loving and romantic, what more could that girl have wanted?