Pucking Around Book 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 43 <><><><><> . |Lia | There was a huge library inside this mansion; I sank into one of the plush armchairs, propped my legs on the table in front of me, and opened the book I'd been wanting to read for ages. Finally, a few moments of peace. I casually munched on chips, savoring the silence as I flipped through the crisp pages, losing myself in the words. But my peace was shattered by a sudden loud bang. The library door flew open, making me jolt upright. I turned, startled, to see Pisckin standing there, eyes wide and breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.

I bought a notebook on Thursday. Black. Unlined. The kind with no branding on the cover – forgettable, the kind of thing that could sit on a desk and look like nothing. It wasn't nothing. I started writing on the first page in the parking lot of the bookstore with the engine still running and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. Not prose. Not feelings. Dates. Times. Facts. February 14 – Bar. Rhys and I meet. Nobody knows yet. But within weeks of the deal going public, Caleb drops the expulsion half–truth like a grenade. The campaign starts.

* Juices puddled beneath her, the wet spot spreading, scent heady and pervasive. She raided her drawer next—a small vibrator stolen from her older sister's forgotten things, buzzing to life with a low hum that vibrated through her palm. Pressing it to her clit, she gasped at the relentless vibration, legs slamming shut around it instinctively. *Holy shit—it's alive.* Pussy clenching air, she fucked herself on three fingers, the buzz amplifying every nerve. Orgasms blurred into a marathon—ten, twelve?—each peaking higher, voice hoarse from cries, sweat pouring in rivulets that stung her eyes.

"The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment." Puck-bunny. Homewrecker. Manipulator. Let's pretend that I do know what the word puck-bunny means. I already have a label— a dozen labels— on my back barely one week into resumption. I stared at the video loop as it restarted, watching myself look so small and trapped between the two look-alike brothers. These people didn't know the truth. They didn't know about Caleb's disgusting behavior, or the fact that I was completely broke, or the fake

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

"It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though." "Let me see." She takes it out of my hand and begins reading through it. "Aw. This is really cute. Wait." She starts giggling and reading outloud. "He started moving down. At first he moved slowly but then he moved fast. What a great ride down the slide! It was fun!" "Why are you laughing?" "That was apparently Peanut's version of being born." "Really?" I take the book back and read through that page. "I'm gonna guess that's not the way his mom remembers it."

Target: Get drunk and get laid. So I moved through the dancing bodies, nodding my head to the beat and grabbing another cup as my previous one was empty. But as some of the girls sidled up to me, twirling their hair, my irritation grew. One puck bunny I’d seen sucking Matt’s dick under the stairs tried to slide her hand up my arm, but I just knocked off her ugly nails and glared until she backed off. Just great Dorian. I muttered to myself, aware I was blowing any chances I had with the ladies.

I shush her to quiet but she refused to calm down. I had no choice but to swirl her around, with my arms encircling her body and then, my palms flew to her mouth. I felt some cold chilled air rushing inside the place we were. Before I could blink my eyes, a thick mist of smoke gathered right in my sight. I watched as a tiny mist escaped from the smoke and gets inside my eyes. It was peppery, at that instant I had to rub lightly against my eyes with my elbows. I felt some kicks against my scrotum. A soft yelp escalated my lips, and as I bring myself to defend against further attack, soft hands grabbed my hands and flipped me forward.

He must know for sure now that she was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” She nodded, surveying it. It was all there. She had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” she said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they lead me down the alley.” She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.