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Call Me Nothing

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Parts 17
Time 2h 56m

She didn't belong here.
Not with her wide, stubborn eyes and her mouth that tasted like defiance.

***

Rhys watched her back against the wall, breathing too fast, too soft, every inch of her begging him to tear her apart or leave her alone.
He wasn't sure which he wanted more.

"You don't get it, do you?" he murmured, letting his hand trail up-slow, deliberate-brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers grazed the edge of her jaw, feeling the way she flinched, then held still, proud little thing.

"You think you matter," he whispered, voice dropping into something rough, almost cruel. "You think you can claw your way into this world. Into my life."

He leaned closer, close enough that their mouths almost touched, and smiled-slow, merciless.

"You're nothing."

She didn't move. Didn't blink.
Just stared at him with all that stubborn wildfire he hadn't managed to kill yet.

Rhys almost hated her for it.
Almost wanted her because of it.

Nothing is dangerous when it has nothing left to lose.

And she was about to prove it.

***
Honey Bee Harrington was never meant to set foot inside the Cladwell estate-a crumbling empire of polished lies and sharpened smiles.
But death doesn't ask for permission. It rips, it drags, it buries.

Now she's trapped in a house that doesn't want her, with a boy who wants her even less.
Rhys Devereux: vicious, beautiful, and lethal in the way broken things always are.

He knows her bloodline. He knows her sins.
He knows he should stay away.

But hatred tastes a lot like hunger.
And when their battles turn breathless, when fury slips into stolen kisses and venomous whispers against skin, Bee realizes surviving this house might cost her more than her heart-it might cost her soul.

Because love was never the plan.
War was.

He calls her nothing.
She'll make him remember her as everything.All Rights Reserved

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"You really want that?" he asks. "You want the part of me that doesn't know how to be gentle?" "Maybe I don't need gentle," she fires back, voice barely a breath. Something in him breaks. Rowan's hand grabs her jaw-not hard, but firm enough that she can't look away. His thumb rests under her lip, lifting her chin higher. Her pulse is everywhere. Too loud. Too fast. "Say it again," he murmurs. Too close. Too soft. Too dangerous. She swallows, but her voice doesn't shake. "I. Don't. Need. Gentle." For a moment, the world holds its breath. Rowan's eyes drop to her mouth-slowly-like he's memorizing the shape of it. She doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Doesn't dare. Their breaths mingle. Electric. Violent. Magnetic. Then he leans in-barely. Their noses almost touch. "So you want rough?" he whispers, lips brushing hers without landing. "Yes." ---------------------- He was the school's ghost. A rumor with a pulse. A bruise wearing a hoodie. Rowan Blackwood learned early that softness gets you killed. With a drunk for a father and a little sister who counts on him to stay alive, he traded childhood for survival before he ever hit high school. Street races at midnight. Fights in flickering alleyway light. Drugs passed, blood spilled, ribs cracked-but food on the table. To everyone else, he's the freak who doesn't speak, the boy with haunted eyes, the one you do not mess with. She was the school's shining star. Perfect smile, perfect grades, perfect life-at least, that's the mask. Seraphina Everhart is the golden girl with the world at her feet. Cheer captain. Rich. Worshipped. Untouchable. But no one knows about the brother she protects with her entire heart. No one knows about the ferret hidden in her room or the flour-smudged baking marathons at 2 AM. At school, she is seraphic. At home, she is invisible. Only in the dark does she get to be real.