Sinster ||  #Wattys2018 || ✔

Sinster || #Wattys2018 || ✔

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"Why do you treat me as a piece of shit?" I whispered against his face which was mere centimeters away from me because I felt weak under his gaze. His eyes widened realizing what I meant. He never saw it coming and probably was not prepared for this. "Why do you hate me?" Instantly his cold eyes met mine and I literally flinched in fear but still I continued because if once I stopped I'll never be able to say this again. " Aiden we just met yesterday and you called me ugly. If you say I'll stay away, I never wanted to bother you. I don't know what made you angry and violent yesterday that you digged your nails into my skin? Why do you treat me like this?" I said the way softly that even the angriest would melt into a puddle. "I lost my dignity yesterday because of you. Why me?" I whispered softly and gave him a half smile somehow letting him know I was humiliated. Aiden stepped closer to me. The intensity was so strong that my knees felt weak. "Mel, I don't hate you. But I have to." "I don't want to do this, but I have to. I need to humiliate you. It helps me breathe. Now don't ask why." He faintly smiled and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Without glancing he walked away clicking the door unlock. _____________________________________________________________ I've recently stepped into freshman year and guess what? There's a bad boy in my neighborhood. To make it more worse the day when Mom and me shifted here I messed up. Technically he did. The school is also not helping. Ask why? He pulls out unnatural attention and circumstances bring us together where I'm the only girl whom Aiden Black ever noticed. I was made believe that I intimidate him but instead he's the one who's torturing me. He threatens me. He would kill me. Or slowly kill me. Either I'll be no more or I'll finally bring his side which he's been hiding.
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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