[OS ACONTECIMENTOS DESSE LIVRO SE PASSAM NO FINAL DE 2019] [ESTE LIVRO NÃO ABORDA UMA HISTÓRIA COM APOSTAS] Livro #1 Samantha Price é invisível. Não literalmente, mas, para os grupos sociais da Bridgton High School, ela é completamente invisível. Mas ser invisível ou não é o última coisa com a qual a adolescente de 16 anos se importaria. Na verdade, Samantha nunca se importou muito em ir as festas mais badaladas, ou em provar as bebidas alcoólicas que os adolescentes de sua idade juram serem ótimas e perder a virgindade é a última coisa que ela espera que aconteça durante o final de sua adolescência. Para ela, sua vida baseia-se apenas em tirar notas altas, formar-se na faculdade, arranjar um bom emprego e manter seu coração defeituoso batendo a qualquer custa. Christian Anderson não é invisível. Na verdade ele é o cara mais popular da escola, daqueles que atraem todas as garotas para prazerosas armadilhas na sua cama. Capitão do time de futebol americano, o dono dos olhos castanhos esverdeados intensos ainda vai causar muitos sentimentos confusos e interessantes no coração de Samantha. O que parecia ser impossível para os dois, torna-se real e logo ambos se verão presos a uma paixão que poderá consumir tudo e todos ao redor. [+16]

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

READ DESCRIPTION FIRST TO AVOID CONFUSION. -currently under revision, my grammar sucks- Joy Deveroux, the last descendant of the wealthy, pure-blooded Deveroux's, transfers to Hogwarts. What happens when she realizes she has a more twisted fate than the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy? Will she be the light in the sea of darkness? (Starts in Year 3: PoA. They are 15, instead of 13.) - Contains: Mature language, Smut/Lemon, and violence. Toxic/Asshole Draco. Not possessive, not abusive. Emotional trauma is involved. Just an overall asshole, who still makes the wrong choices. - I have a few OC in this story, but I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, storylines, references, or language. All rights go to JK Rowling. Sept 27, 2020-Nov 23, 2020