Jen Sincero Books Novels & Stories

I threw my bag in the back seat and drove off, trying not to think about the possibility of Beatrice sitting next to Anthony all weekend while Cindy clung to me like a horny barnacle. When I pulled up to Anthony’s place, my jaw dropped. The squad was already assembled like some kind of sexy breakfast club. Anthony leaned on his car, and Beatrice stood next to him in a cropped hoodie and joggers that showed off her waist, and then there was Cindy in a two-piece yoga set that screamed; come f*ck me. Standing next to them with a duffle bag and a smirk that could melt steel was April, Anthony’s sister, and her boyfriend, Freddie.

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But God, I’m tired of being good. It started the first day of Senior Seminar in Contemporary Literature. Professor Harlan Reed strode in late, sleeves rolled up, tattoos curling around thick forearms, dark hair just messy enough to make me wonder what it would feel like gripped in my fist. He didn’t smile at the class. He just leaned against the desk, scanned the room with those storm-gray eyes, and started talking about desire as destruction in modern novels. His voice was low, rough, like he’d smoked a pack the night before and fucked someone senseless after.

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Gold trimmed thick vintage novel snapped to shut. Zaden slipped them back into a line of other, unreadable novels. They have been rampaging Selena’s mother, Daisy’s possession. Selena herself crawled under the bed, going through some boxes stored there. Piles of books, articles and her vintage dresses pile up on the cream bedsheet. A sneeze smacked a dose of the reality of how much dust has hidden beneath these things. Selena slipped out and sat on the floor, rubbing her nose and crossed legs in frustration. Her hair messed up and she swept it away from her face. Aaron’s oversized hoodie, ¾ leggings, and a white converse shoe had never looked more attractive before.

I don't know what's worse if it's the juvenile series or the last century romance books she reads; sometimes I feel like I'm talking to Shakespeare. "Stefano wants me to have lunch with him and his children at noon." "What? How? Why? has he gone mad?" he fires the questions one after the other. "He wants us to 'start bonding.' I'm terrified," and just like that, I start sobbing like a fool. Stupid hormones! Sometimes, they make me susceptible. I also cry because I find the puppy videos on social media are cute. "Calm down, Chris," she softly runs her hand over my back as I calm down.

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."

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