In the quiet, snow-covered town of Vernon, Bristol, where the chill of winter bites deeper than the townsfolk care to admit, a group of teenagers share a secret that could shatter everything. Beneath the towering pines, their bond is stronger than the biting cold, but the fear of being exposed to the town's strict, religious eyes keeps them in the shadows. Eight friends are united not just by their closeness, but by the weight of their hidden truth: they are gay, and in a place where sin is measured in whispers and judgment, they fear the consequences of their love. As the frost settles over Vernon, their shared secret grows heavier, and every stolen moment of joy feels like a sin they must hide-at least, until the bitter winter air can no longer suffocate their hearts.
TW!!!! PLEASE READ!!
this story WILL contain abuse, judgement, homophobia, POSSIBLE alcoholics and smoking, and also VERY SLIGHT smut of the OLDER teenagers (18+). I will not tolerate hate, asking for suggestive actions on the younger characters(18-), or any criticism on lgbtq+, race, and gender.
I DO NOT HAVE A COVER YET IM SO SORRY!!!!😞✌️✌️
[Book 1 Of The Sinners Trilogy]
Quinn did something terrible. Her mother won't even look at her. Exiled to a strict Catholic school in the city's underbelly, she's determined to stay invisible-but never afraid.
And then there's Billie.
A bruised-knuckle gang leader with blood on her hands and secrets in her eyes, Billie rules St. Mary's with a silent fury no one dares cross. And yet, she's watching Quinn. Closely.
As the two girls are drawn into each other's orbit, Quinn discovers that St. Mary's is more than detention slips and hallway fights. It's a battlefield-and Billie isn't just a bully.
She's a soldier in a war no one talks about.
And Quinn?
She's already in too deep.
One carries a secret. The other carries anger. And when love meets violence-nothing stays holy.
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"Welcome to St. Mary's school for the troubled child" Billie whispers, her hands on my waist, her lips by my ear. I shudder, trying not to fall into her trap. She brings a hand to my top button, undoing it "You've gotta be in here for something. We're all sinners" she moves down, undoing half of my shirt. I whimper, my muscles locked. I felt ashamed of what she was doing to me, how she was making me feel.
"C'mon, baby." she spins me so I'm facing her. Her eyes sparkled with amusement "Show me how sinful you really are"
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