Crenshaw The Book Novels & Stories

I'm sure there shouldn't be any big changes and if there is, it'd be minimal. This is not to scare you all, i promise, Professor Maxwell is still professor Maxwell, but rebranded with more unique characteristics, Breanna is still Breanna but with a little edge to her, more sassiness and more drama in total. I hope y'all stick around for what's to come, i promise you will not be disappointed. *Edited : The new first chapter is up, go check it out!. *The book name will officially change in a few hours, brace yourselves!. The rewritten first three chapters are live, i hope you like it.

Rhaena's POV That evening, after spending the rest of the afternoon trying and failing to focus on work, trying not to obsess over what Alessio and Dove might have talked about after I left, I finally gave up and went home to change. I stood in front of my closet for the second time that day, once again paralyzed by the simple act of choosing what to wear. What did you wear to your stepbrother's apartment to have "the talk" about his ex-girlfriend showing up while you were still processing the fact that you'd just agreed to a secret relationship with him?

Too many moving parts, too many loose ends and it was too messy. I'd blatantly refused. And days later, they brought me the redhead upstairs. A collateral, he'd said. Now he says she was a present? I looked at him and his smile widened. “The girl,” he clarified. “Has she been a hard nut to crack?” A small smile pulled at my mouth. “She talks too much," I simply said. That earned another laugh. Cruz grinned. “That means she still has spirit," he shrugged. "Give it time.”

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

CRIMSON'S SCANDAL. Chapter 1. . Subtitle: a fan sign. The atmosphere was buzzy and disorientating as Crimson stepped out of her white lamborghini, the paparazzi and the crowd blocked her way into the large stadium at once as soon as she stepped out of the car, however her gaurds were active as they quickly covered her up while others tried to clear the road for her to go in, the crowd was continuesly jamming her road.

Jake said, his breath hitching, “but I do know he’s been acting weird since the fire. He even said he was relieved there was a clean break. That we’re free of her.” Mr. Crenshaw was silent as he looked at the house that was once his home. The atmosphere weighed heavily on him, crackling with unresolved tension, anger, and a chasm of unspoken words between his twin boys. “I am relieved,” Jake finally muttered, almost to himself. “Maybe it’s best you came when you did. I promise you, I would have done something I probably wouldn’t have regretted.”

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.