Novel & Cerita Darnell All American

She took a piece of paper from the bouquet and read the writing aloud. “Starting today, I, Alena Wilson, declare that I am willing to be Mr. Darr's girlfriend...” Realizing something was wrong, Alena looked up and glared at Darren. “Mr. Darren, is this a trap? I won't make such a statement!” Alena shook her head, pressing the paper against Darren's chest.

"Now that we're done with surprises, can we now introduce ourselves to each other?" "Of course! That would be fantastic!" Rhea said this while grinning from ear to ear, her flirty attitude returning. "You boys go first." The boy with the black, curly, and temple face haircut was the first to introduce himself, a social smile plastered on his face revealing his two beautiful dimples. "I'm Yohan." "And I'm Shane," said the other guy with the brown, glossy black undercut hair. "We're Tyler's cousins." "Oh, now I see why you two are so attractive. It's in the genes." Raine made a sly remark before eventually introducing herself and me. "My name is Raine. And her name is Braelyn." Then she pointe

Carlly announced. I was almost about to groan, I hated all assigned reading, but then I saw the size of the book, probably about a hundred pages give or take, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Anthony didn't say anything to me for the entire class period, which meant that the entire conversation in math had all been meant to irk Ethan. Of course, that was all it could have ever been, there was no way a vampire would be interested in befriending a hunter. "So where did you move from?" I heard one girl, Michelle ask Anthony.

Alex I stared at him, trying to see him for the man I now knew him to be. He still looked like the same old Damion, but I knew he wasn’t. Everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. It had been him pretending to be someone else. I felt duped. I hated being duped. The casual shorts and T-shirt that were well worn was all part of his act. He was trying to sell himself as a casual, normal man living the country life.

"No wedding band. No wedding bells. That means you are free to do whatever you want and go to dinner with whoever you want. So how about it?" The southern lilt would have been charming on any other person, except him. Elana could feel the heat rising up in her face. It wouldn't be long before she snapped. Her hand fell to the counter, fingers curled around the edge just a breath away from the silent alarm. Her knuckles turned white from the force of her grip. She ground her teeth behind closed lips before giving her answer. "No." she said firmly. "My line is closed. Please wait for the next available teller."

“I don’t give a…” “The man standing in front of you is your Alpha and if you don’t want this taking a different turn, then I would suggest that you choose to be careful with your damn words.” I said, my eyes darkening with anger.” “I said no.” She said, taking a step towards me. “You be careful. Because you think I don’t see it, but I do. You push me aside when it suits you, then hold me close when the pack is watching. I’m not your prop, Nolan. I’m not going to be used when it’s convenient. If you don’t want to act like a husband, I couldn’t care less. But when the two of us are with the elders, when we are being watched by those who want to see us broken, when the two of us are tending to

Operation GIVE THE HAWKTHORNE BROTHERS A PERMANENT HARD ON is officially on full swing. I slip on a pair of nude heels, swipe gloss across my lips, and take one last look in the mirror. By the time I step outside, they’re already in the car, waiting. Three of them. Ronan in the front seat, sunglasses on, looking smoking hot in a black shirt with the long sleeves rolled over his arms and the first three buttons open. Malachi lounging with one ankle crossed over his knee, and Jaxon drumming his fingers on his thigh as his right hand scrolls through his phone.

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]