The Ruler of Hearts

The Ruler of Hearts

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It hasn't been more than a week since Flynn Calder's arrival at Castlemont High. Yet again, he's managed to become the center of attention in a matter of days. This shouldn't have been a surprise for Flynn. With his unearthly good-looks and naturally captivating personality, it was bound to happen. However, Flynn knows better (especially after what happened back in his home town). His worst fears have come true. He's cursed. Ever since he's set foot in Castlemont, strange things keep happening. No one can seem to stop talking about the breathtaking boy with the stormy grey eyes and disheveled raven hair. Every guy wants to be associated with Flynn. Every girl is in awe of him. All they ever gush about is how 'cute' he is or how they are in 'love' with him, for Flynn's magical aura has a magnetic effect on people around him. Nonetheless, Iris Aldaine isn't one of his fan girls. She notices something eerie about his demeanor. Something unsettling about the piercing bleakness of his eyes and the superficially innocent lazy grin that everyone falls for. She knows something's off, and she's determined to find out the answers. Even if they might destroy her. . COVER CREDITS: @aciddaisies_ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED H.K Blackwell © No part of this work shall be distributed or reproduced unless permission is granted by the author.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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