Zaylor Academy

Delancey is witty, smart and a bad ass woman of color. Her father died and she is thrust into a world of Notchees, she is able to do things no one alive can do. After doing her appointed duties, she is then informed of her engagement to Loven Royales.

THIS BOOK IS RATED M. SORRY NOT SORRY. YOU SHOULD GIVE IT A TRY.

"You fucking psycho," he whispers. Iron clad self restraint crumbling to ash.

"We're not allowed to this yet, but I can't hold back anymore. Delancey, fuck you"

And with that he gave in, Falling for her again and this time, he was going to make her praise her savior, for she will sin.

,,,,,

Where are you going." Evoni asks.

She stops and looks over her shoulder. "I'm done listening."

" You have a duty as an Inheritance," says Evoni and Delancey raises a brow. "All Inheritance has a betrothed that has been planned even before our birth."

"What the fuck! I'm not marrying anyone!"

She looks down, "I'm sorry but your father and mother has signed this agreement 19 years ago to have you wedded to the first born son of Royales."

Delancey's mouth fell open as she stares at a piece of paper than has her fathers signature on it, she could recognize his ugly "L"s and backwards "Z". How could he do this to her?

She couldn't help but look at Loven, and hated that the first thing she thought of was "He really isn't that bad looking".

Is this why he sent her here, to be married to arrogant cunts?

"Fuck this!" She leaves.

Fucking Nut-job.