after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.

"So goddamn tiny," He muttered to himself, making a blush rise to Freya's cheeks. "I am not," She defended herself quietly. "You're just huge." ~🎀~ Freya Karol was the epitome of innocence. She was small, sheltered, and fiercely protected by her millionare father. Going out after 8pm was a no. Drinking alcohol or doing drugs was a no. Skipping school without reason was a no. And boys were a big no. But if there was one thing that attracted Falcon Anders, it was innocence. ~🎀~ "All the synonyms of perfect. This book is absolutely beautiful, the plot, the writing and the characters are so addicting. Literally fell in love within reading the first paragraph of the book. I honestly truly hope you update more often, because you're very talented and this book is literally beautiful💙" - Najma Copyright © 2019 N.E. Lorimer All rights reserved.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

He took a step closer to me as I took a step back. It wasn't until it was too late as I was pushed dominantly up against my bedroom door, Chance gripping my throat in his firm grasp. "I told you I would ruin you! I would corrupt you! I'm a nuisance, a waste of space. You can't help me, no matter what you do." He growled, his eyes growing dark as I began to shake under his burning touch. "C-Chance, don't say that! I want to help you, save you at least." I cried, tears running down my face as his gaze hardened. "You can't save me." And with that, he pulled me closer by my neck and slammed his lips roughly against mine. ~~~ Chance King, an extremely depressed 22 year old attempts to commit suicide but fails. He ends up calling the 1-800 suicide hotline and speaks to a woman named Hope Fey. Hope tells Chance that he is important and is needed. She tells him how she is thankful he is still here. Chance immediately takes a liking to Hope due to the fact that she tells him things he's never heard before. Chance knows he has to find her and make her his. Because she gives him the one thing in his sad and lonely life no one ever has before. She gives him hope. And he gives her a chance at a new, improved life. - #1 in Chance 2019 #1 in Heartache 2020 #1 in Lovelife 2020 #1 in Submissive 2020 #1 in Restless 2020

║ "It's yours, Angel," he says, his voice husky and deep, "you can stare as much as you want." ║ Emmaline Jones isn't one for surprises. Anybody who knew her could tell you that. So when a hot guy suddenly decides to kiss her straight on the lips, she does the first thing that comes to her mind. . .and punches him. In the face. What's even more bizarre? The same guy keeps following her around and acting like she's his. What the hell is up with that?

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.