I have a secret.
A secret love I have hidden for years.
If people found out, it would bring shame, not only to myself, but to everyone I hold dear to my heart.
But fate is a fickle bitch and she’s putting me right into the lion’s den, where temptation lies.
She wants me to crumble.
She wants me to succumb.
And the worst is… I just might let her.
I don’t know who I am. I don’t even remember what my name is.
I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them—my Angels.
To the world, they’re nothing but leather wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
Like a phoenix, I am reborn into the strong woman I was always meant to be.
Their strength empowers my own. But as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead.
Maybe the reason why I can’t recollect anything is because I don’t want to.
Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn’t want to let me go.
Room For Three
“Don’t hate the player, luv. Hate the game.”
It was supposed to be my new start.
I made a promise to my father I would be a good girl from now on—focus solely on the game and play nice for once. Aside from him, basketball is my only love, therefore sacrifices must be made all in the name of the game.
So, no more fights.
No more trash talk.
No more getting my ass into trouble.
I was all set to become this new and improved Spencer Clarke—someone who would be able to open the NBA doors I’ve always dreamt about and coach my own team one day.
The only thing standing in my way are the three hot AF basketball players that I have to share an apartment with.
Apparently, they didn’t get the memo that I wanted to turn a new leaf.
Not an easy thing to do when they insist on playing dirty.
Such a shame they have no idea who they are dealing with.
But they are about to find out.
Envy. Such an ugly sin. Yet, here I am, guilty of it. See, I envy you.
You who wake up in the morning not knowing what your future will entail. A blessed uncertainty filled with hope and mystery, with the potential to make it whatever you aspire it to be. Must be nice—to open your eyes and dream of such a promising existence.
I have no such hopeful misguided notions. Since the day I was conceived, my fate has been written down on crumpled paper, made smooth and immaculate by bloody tainted hands for the outside world to behold. There is no happily ever after for me, but I’ve come to terms with my gilded golden cage long ago.
It’s their destiny that keeps me up at night—the pieces of my soul.
They are the ones who I would defy the devil himself for and stare true evil in the eye, taunting it to do its worst.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them. Yet, I know the wheel of fortune is not in our favour.
So, yes—I envy you.
While you dream of your colorful tomorrow, I dread its grayish arrival.
You see, we were all born rotten.
And rotten girls and boys don’t deserve a fairy-tale ending.
Pride—a sin every made man is born into.
With a branding iron, our souls are scorched into believing there is no greater virtue than our syndicate pride—we kill and bleed to keep its honor.
Yet, some might say pride comes before destruction—a haughty spirit before a fall.
I say there are far more devastating ways to push someone into the fiery pits of hell.
A lover’s betrayal cuts more deeply than any wound a knife can inflict.
When she left, we were nothing but boys; little less than your everyday thugs.
Too naive and blinded by love, to see deep into her traitorous heart.
Her departure made sure to turn us all cruel, spiteful, and vindictive.
And now, her deceitful smile returns, searching to plague us further.
She wants absolution. She craves justice.
But she is unworthy of either.
Because the boys she pretended to treasure, no longer exist.
It took one rotten girl of our past, to turn us all into the rotten men we are today.
And it’s about time she got acquainted with her creations.
I had their love once. They saw me for the girl I am and the person I yearn to become one day—a woman who thrives in her freedom and dances away in her rightfully earned independence. They saw all the strong, unafraid parts of me, and coaxed each one of them out, daring me to dream bigger, climb higher.
They never once saw the girl I had been groomed to see in the mirror.
The abandoned daughter of a dead man. The unwanted child of a woman who despised her. The broken body formed wrong and built on a shaky foundation, threatening to fall apart and shatter.
They made all the ugliness disappear and left only wonder and promise. The love we shared for each other was probably the only miracle I would be granted in this life, and I knew they felt the same.
Or so I thought.
Everything I held dear has been robbed from me, and I’ve been a victim of theft too many times to mention.
I will not have them steal my pride. They can keep my heart, for all I care.
The day they became my stepbrothers, it stopped working anyway.
Nothing is ever as it seems.
In a world where lies and deceit rule, my carefully hidden secrets weren’t an exception.
The privileged hide behind masks that only elitism and power can provide.
Yet, I’m still learning just how vile and ruthless you need to become to play their twisted game.
In my naiveté, I thought my heart would always be safe in their hands.
But I was wrong.
So very wrong.
And now I have to live with the tangled mess my actions have created.
There are no winners in the war of treachery and hate.
But if you’re soulless enough, you might just survive.
They’ve messed with the wrong girl.
I gave away my heart only to have it broken.
I relinquished my soul, and it was mercilessly ripped to shreds.
All that is left is my faith that somehow I’ll be able to make things right.
I’ll fight tooth and nail to restore our love and bring us back our freedom.
I’ll make sure every secret is revealed. Every hidden lie uncovered.
I won’t allow the tyranny and manipulation over our lives to continue.
The madness ends here.
I just pray it’s not too late to save us all.
My heart has always been his. Since before I could even spell the name Grayson, I only had eyes for one boy—my perfect, larger than life best friend, who always managed to bring his bright light into my very dark existence with just one of his boyish smiles.
With Chad, I could forget the dismal life I had of being the flawless privileged daughter of a cruel, evil man.
He was my escape. My solace. My hope that one day I’d be free of it all and live how I always envisioned with my green-eyed boy at my side.
He was my everything until the devil’s piercing black eyes seduced him away from me.
They call him Saint, but heaven is not at fault for his pitiful creation.
Only the devil could produce such mouth-watering beauty to hide the ugliness that dwells inside.
He’s the demon that terrorizes my days and haunts my restless nights.
Saint wants to steal all that I love, believing he can beat me, but the fool has another thing coming.
I’m Eleanor Grayson, b*tch. You want a fight, Saint? Well, I’ll give you one you’ll never forget. I was born and bred to be ruthless.
By the time I’m through, not even hell will recognize you.
Whoever said when life hands you lemons you should make lemonade can suck it!
Everything is falling apart. Rome is in jail for murdering our father. Holland is in the hospital fighting for her life. And I haven’t spoken to my best friend in God knows how long.
Oh, but it gets worse.
I’ve fallen in love with my nemesis, too.
It might not seem like a big deal to most, but it sure is to me.
Especially since my heart still longs for the green-eyed boy I vowed to love for eternity. But I’m not the only one suffering. Saint is too.
I feel his misery in every kiss he gives me, in every caress and embrace.
We’re not whole.
Not as long as we don’t have him.
If I want to heal all three broken hearts, there is only one way to go about it.
And that is to be fearless enough to fight for our happy ending.
They’re both mine, and I won’t let either of them go without a fight.
See No Evil
They thought they could get away with it, but they are sorely mistaken.
They have been judged. They have been sentenced. All that remains is their execution.
No one goes unpunished. We’ll make sure of it.
We are The Society and all who dare cross us will find their miserable end by our hand.
Don’t be fooled. This is not their story.
Hear No Evil
Evil cannot take hold of an unconsenting soul.
Do not be amazed that hell is empty, since all the devils live here.
One by one, they will meet their hellish fate.
Three to go.
Fear No Evil
Asheville’s elitist sons thought they safely buried the evidence of their heinous crime deep in the Oakley Woods.
How wrong they were.
It only took one fateful Halloween night for two Southside sworn enemies to stumble onto their dangerous secret.
The nightly events that follow will change their lives forever.
Speak No Evil
The time has come to make the real villains of this story suffer our wrath.
Heirs to the Richfield fortune, they have fooled themselves into thinking they are untouchable and beyond reproach.
How wrong they are.
It’s time they pay for their brazen arrogance and learn that their family name cannot save them from our vicious retribution.
Their debt must be paid.
And we demand it be done in blood.
Do No Evil
The time for games is over. For the day of reckoning has finally arrived.
There is no atonement for sinners. Only death.
I’m in love with a beautiful monster,
a vengeful soul who hides in plain sight.
But now it’s too late for redemption.
The Society demands their pound of flesh.
And she’s come to give it to them.
All evil men must perish.
The heart has no say on the matter.
It never did.
"How far would you go to get the one man you've been dreaming about all your life?"
I am such a cliché. I have the hots for my boss. Well, he’s not really my boss since that job title belongs to my best friend in the whole wide world and as much as I love her to death, I don’t exactly spend countless hours imagining licking her hard abs with whip cream like I do her business partner.
Too much? Sorry. My bad.
Unfortunately, when my head is on the magnetic, breathtakingly gorgeous Dean Knox, I get carried away. I can’t promise that outbursts like this one won’t happen again, so fair warning. I’ve been working at Royal Magazine for two years now, and although I love it, watching the man I’m crushing on, surrounded by gorgeous beauties, twenty-four seven, is kind of a bummer. But lo and behold, I think I might have just found a way to get what I want.
I might have to lie, steal, cheat and basically lose all my morals in the process, but if it gets me the man of my dreams, then it will be worth it.
Right? I guess there’s only one way to find out. Wish me luck. I think I’m going to need it.