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"It's a group study not a state funded research project into new biofuels!" "Oh darling," mum cut in from the kitchen doorway with that tone she used when she was about to embarrass me while smiling pleasantly about it. "Be a little nicer to your best friend. And honestly… your grades could really use the extra effort." Stephanie shot me a triumphant look over the top of the stack in her arms and I considered briefly whether I had ever actually liked her. Then we went upstairs. She dumped the mountain of books on my desk with a crash that shook my lamp.

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"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!

Please be—oh. Mom. Or should I say…Grace Cross? A sigh escapes me and I drop the phone on my lap and take a strained sip of my drink. “You're not going to answer it?” “I don't need to. I already know what she's going to say.” That I'm a whore who only slept with my stepbrother to wreck her marriage. That all I had to do was be happy for her instead of…whatever the fuck I did. Silence hangs in the air, and I keep my eyes on the window, watching the water dribble down slowly as the smell of something cooking fills the air.

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Heath followed, heavier footsteps, eyes darting toward me then away. I closed the book softly. “Where are you coming from?” They froze. Just for a second, but it was enough. Stephan shot Heath a look that might as well have been a conversation. Heath scowled, shifting his weight, while Stephan drew in that slow, careful breath he always did when he was about to feed me something I wouldn’t like. “Brooks,” Stephan started, tone too even. I stood. “Don’t lie to me.” That stopped him.

The only guy on campus who had truly managed to awaken a genuine interest in me, despite his obvious and undeniable inclinations, was Luke. However, there was a single exception in the entire university universe. Someone I had always observed from the distance of the Sigma hallways, considering him an unattainable myth I would never in my life dare to approach: Steven Sadman. The goddamn captain of the university's football team was standing just three meters away from us. I watched him walk toward us with a black canvas hand bag slung over his left shoulder and a suitcase in his other hand.

she replied, setting the book aside, giving him her full attention, and leaning her body towards Liam, who hugged her from the side. This scene made George want to throw the book towards Liam, but he refrained himself. Why is this man trying to let him eat dog food? He's not a single dog anymore, but why does he keep on eating dog food? George took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself for the conversation ahead. Solace is pregnant, so he needed to be careful with his words. "I need to ask you about something important," he began, his gaze searching hers for any hint of deception. He wanted to know everything, and he hoped that Solace would tell him something that would calm his heart an

“Thank you, baby.” I nodded, pulling away gently. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” Before either of them could say anything else, I turned and walked away, the heels that once clicked confidently now dragging slightly behind me. The pit in my stomach was back. I had a stepfather who kept secrets. A mother in the dark. A stepbrother who's obsessed with me. A house that didn’t feel like mine. And a whole lot of questions no one wanted to answer. Worst part? I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know them anymore.

That novel contained my heart and soul, and I was glad to see that people had enjoyed it as much as I did. So yeah, a deadly breakup, three friends, and three years later, I became Kara Livingston, a 21 year old published author. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Today was the day of my very first book launch party. This party was all Cole's idea. He had arranged everything, including finding the right contacts and promotion deals for my book. He seriously outshined my own publicist.