Semua Bab FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE: Bab 61 - Bab 70

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.I watched as she paced through the benches in the field, her rehearsal script in hand, as she read some of her lines out. Her hair deeps slipping in her face, and every few seconds, she blows it away impatiently, like it’s a bother, like it’s the one causing her to stumble on her delivery.“No! You’re not my father.” She yells, then groans, before dumping the thick script on the chair with a huff. “Ughh, this sounds ridiculous.” She groans, burying her face in her hands.I walked over to her, dropping the ball on the chair before I dropped to my knees in front of her. “Correction: It sounds ridiculous when you’re reading it like it’s from the back of a cereal box.”She lifts her head abruptly, her hair flips me in the face, before she fixes me with a hard stare. “And you think you’d do better?”Sitting beside her, I throw my hand to rest on her shoulder, before fixing her with that smirk I know she loves. “Sunshine, I could make anything sound good, even if I w

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.The arena erupts again in the delighted screams of everyone.“Look at him go.” Theo chuckles, watching Seraphina like a hawk. His eyes do not stray from her, not even once. It was almost suffocating.The next move is brutal. Lucien's shoulder collides with that of Ace, before he takes the puck from him. Ace stumbles, but recovers a moment later, moving towards Lucien.But before he could steal the puck from him, Lucien’s shoulder tackles him again with his. This time, it’s more violent, and it causes an echo through the glass. Ace crashes immediately, the ice shattering beneath him as he falls, sprawled out in the cold.“Ah.” I gasp at the impact, and Seraphina freezes beside me, her grip suddenly tightening on the bench. Theo chuckles at the sight before a dark smirk crosses his features. “Oh no, he fell.”My heart pounds with fear, and something darker at the sight of Lucien moving through the ice, like he hadn’t possibly dislocated Ace’s shoulder.He score

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.My lips pulled in a frown as I stared at the text.I look like her?Who could that be?What does that even mean?I shrugged my shoulders before dropping my phone back on the bedside table, wrapping the blankets, and drifting off to sleep.---All of a sudden, I was standing in a hallway I couldn’t recognise. The place was quiet, almost eerie, as the hairs on my neck stood, and goosebumps appeared on my forearms. My body shivered from the cold as I stared around me. It was all a bunch of closed doors. I walked over to one slowly, my steps calm and guarded, before I touched the doorknob to open it. Suddenly, it burned hot, and I withdrew my hand from it with a hiss.“Ah!” The doorknob wasn’t hot; it was hot, like someone on the other end had dipped it in fire before fixing it onto the door. Suddenly, the knob turned red, blood red, and turned on its own. It opened the door with a click, as the eerie sound of the door creaking in the silent hallway before it open

SERAPHINA'S POINT OF VIEW.He doesn’t lick me. He eats me. His tongue goes in and out of my pussy with such savagery, his groans and moans, as his fingers dig into my thighs, as well as his hands pushing my pussy further into his face, even though there’s literally no space between us, have me flicking my nipples, as I scream while grinding against his face. My legs are wrapped around his head with such tightness, I should be surprised he hasn’t come up for air yet. He groans against my pussy, slurping up my juices as his fingers fuck me, while his tongue laps up my juices. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it while spanking my ass. Hard.“Oh, yes,” I scream, grinding against his face, as my entire body contorts in pleasure. My hands grip onto his hair to ground me, because it feels like I’m no longer in this world, or on the earth. He’s taken me to some place….somewhere so far out of this galaxy, that all I want to do is stay there, no matter how fucking long it takes.My pus

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.YEARS AGO.The first thing I could remember was glass breaking. I was five, or maybe six, I don’t remember my age, but I was small enough to crouch low behind the bannister without being noticed, but at the same time, I was old enough to know that what would follow after the glass breaking would be the piercing screams of my mother, followed by the dark one of my father.Her voice rang out shrill and afraid, followed by the sound of a smack. I peeked and saw her clutching her face, as she sat on the floor, her sobs racking through her as she wept silently.“How dare you question me?” My father spat at her, his belt in hand, as he stood towering above her. My tiny hands had clenched into fists, as hatred blurred my vision.It wasn’t the first time he’d hit her; hell, he did it so often, I could recognise the colour of her real skin, as opposed to that of the foundation she used to mask the bruises.“Please.” My mother whispered brokenly, trembling, as she stare