Monica  Murphy

Whit Lancaster burst into my life like a storm. Dark and thunderous, furious and fierce. Cold, heartless and devastatingly beautiful, like the statues in our prep school gardens. The school with his family name on the sign. He can do no wrong here. This is his domain.

He’s a menace on campus. Adored and feared. Hated and respected. His taunting words carve into my skin, shredding me to ribbons. Yet his intense gaze scorches my blood, fills me with a longing I don’t understand.

When he comes to my rescue one night, he ends up broken. Bleeding. My instincts scream to leave and let him suffer, but I can’t. I sneak him into my room. Clean him up. Fall for his lies. Let him possess every single part of me until I’m the one left a gasping, broken mess.

Then he leaves me alone in the dead of night, taking my journal with him.

Now he knows all my secrets. My hate. My truth. And he promises to use my words against me. I’ll be ruined if my darkest secret gets out.

That’s when I strike a bargain with the devil.

I’ll let Whit Lancaster ruin me behind closed doors instead.


Lancaster Prep

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Kaden Matthew

Having the attention of this boy, this very beautiful, intense boy, also had me curious.

“friends in high places take you far”

I hate him. I do. But I'm drawn to him, too. The pull is there, tugging me closer to him, and I wonder if he feels it too. 

I turn away from him, wishing he d leave me alone. Wishing he'd keep talking to me.

Because you're attracted to him. Despite everything he's done and said, you like the idea of being with him. You crave what he can give you.

“At least i’m not slobbering all over Whit Lancaster’s dick, desperate to get a taste”

We're standing so close. Like we're a couple prepared to go out onto the dance floor and sway to a romantic song together. 

hate how much I just enjoyed our interaction. His fingers on my skin, the gentle threat beneath them. I wanted the pain. I was leaning into his palm, silently begging for it. I hate myself for wanting it. For wanting him.

Once I realized Summer was going to pretend I didn't exist. I turned everyone against her. Yet no one broke her. She strode across campus, down the halls, into the dining hall, the library, the gardens, as if she owned this place. Her head held high, her nose in the air like- a queen. Above it all.

She believes she’s above it all, when no one is. They all bow to me.

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