Cheat Book Novels & Stories

Cheat Codes Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I am a glutton for punishment. Ever since the tender age of fourteen, I knew there was something wrong with me. Because of all the boys in all the world I could go and have a crush on, I fall for him.

I must be bonkers! Thanks to my photographic memory, I managed to get it into my head. Now all I've got to do is substitute the values and simplify! Great! 8 marks is totally worth cheating for! Woah woah woah!! Decarlo just caught me cheating! I looked up at him, only to see his eyes peacefully resting on the pages of the book he held in his left hand. And he's just sitting there? Staring into that book without even blinking!? Why isn't he standing next to me right now, questioning me like it's my judgement day!?

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

CONTENT: fingering, orgasm, ass fucking, blowjob, throat. CHAPTER 1 That was a lovely dinner,” said Mark in acknowledgment of the roasted lamb chops which was still making its way down his digestive tract. “And I’ll tell you what’s better, this fucking cheesecake.” He acknowledged the dessert laid out on the table in front of him which he chopped up in large chunks with his cutlery and shoving in his mouth with gusto, spoon after spoon, not caring much for the unchewed portion in his mouth before he introduced another spoonful.

My heart jumped—just for a second. I glanced at the document. Yep. The program confirmation. Her face stayed dark. I kept it easy. Casual. "It's for Caleb. His family's super strict—won't let him go anywhere. So we used my info. He got in, and I was just dropping the papers off." She stared at me, clearly not buying it. I reached out and took the file from her hand anyway. Only then did she finally breathe out. "Guess what I brought back for you?"

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

How many books did she need? I ran my hand over the cardboard trying to devise another reason for the break-in. In the bedroom, which I assumed to be Chelsea's since it still looked lived in, there was a laptop on a desk and jewelry on the dresser. In the living room was a flat-screen television with a sound system and video components. If robbery was the motive, the perpetrator failed miserably. "Tell Deloris to have this all sent to my apartment," I told Isaac, motioning to the boxes.