I don’t like boys in general. They act like pigs, are annoying, and don’t let others be at peace.

His expression doesn’t change. “Did your loser friend let her cockblock him?” “Why are we calling him a loser?” “You did — I’m just playing along.” His lips twitch in a smirk. “He’s your friend, after all, right?”

I’ve been trying to convince Cole to write that book. I’ll let you know how it goes.

My face moves into an automatic smile. Fucking liars. There are other types of people, like me. Try finding a category for me, fuckers. I brush my teeth and pay a morning tribute to Ron Astor the Second. Yes, that’s my dick’s name, and yes, I always need to give him the morning routine. Usually, there’s a girl’s mouth willing to ease him into the day, but today he had to restart his affair with my hand. Seriously, though. Was last night real, or do I need more weed?

Why waste your life reading books when you can live it? When you can breathe it into your lungs and exhale it back to the world? While nerds like Cole drown in books, I’m giving authors inspiration and writing material. My life is the best form of storytelling to ever exist. Don’t thank me yet.

Run, ma belle

Ronan, however, has no beauty at all. His is the shallow type like gigolos. If he were a woman, he would be labelled a slut, but in his case, he’s called a playboy. From the outside, he has a well-proportioned face, and it’s symmetrical, actually. It’s the same on either side of his proud straight nose, from the eyes to the cheeks to the sharp jaw and even to the ears.

He’ll get better. No one has died from a broken heart yet.” “That’s actually not true,” Zach said. “It’s called stress-induced cardiomyopathy. It can happen even to healthy people—” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Tristan said, lifting his head and glaring at him with what he hoped was exasperation but was probably fondness. “You just can’t live without telling me how wrong I am, can you?”

“Friends are overrated.”

“You know what they say, it takes practice.” She pauses. “So? Are we going to spend girls’ night together?” “I vote against that,” Aiden says. “Me, too.” Xander pins me to his side. “Later.”

“You’ve been imagining me and Cole?”

I blush. “Sex stuff.

but Ronan is the closest to me

“I can’t talk to someone who’s nothing. He doesn’t even exist anymore.”

I should probably start writing romance fanfiction and feed this hungry monster inside me

The fangirl is me, by the way. I have more book boyfriends than I can count. Don’t judge.

“Hide while you can.” He pats my hand once, and although his skin is warm, it feels so cold. “When I find you, I’ll drag you out kicking and screaming.”

“You said it yourself that day, we’re strangers and should pretend we don’t know each other, even if we cross paths, right? So be a stranger and leave me the hell alone.”

I call it, fake it until you make it

Our cook didn’t blink an eye when I made a coffee and poured alcohol instead of water. He just nodded and went about his business.

I follow Ronan’s advice and give the world the middle finger.

That’s when I realise the position we’re in. Ronan has an arm around my shoulder and I’m completely glued to his side as his lips hover near my ear. From the outside looking in, it appears too intimate.

He’s wrong. Xan and I will never change. I’ll always be his Green and he’ll always be my knight.

“I’m not a crybaby anymore.” But as I say that, a tear streams down my cheek. I recognise the finality as I pull my hand. “Goodbye, Eli.”

Aiden might’ve wanted to hurt me at the beginning, but that’s changed. He doesn’t want to inflict pain on me anymore

“You still love me.”

“I wasn’t going to agree to the engagement.” My voice trembles despite my best efforts to remain unaffected. “You didn’t refuse either. If it were me, I would’ve done it on the spot.”

You know what? It doesn’t always go as you want, Aiden. If you want to be with me then you’ll have to learn a little something called compromise. Google it. I won’t be the one who always bows her head while you get your way. That’s not how relationships work.

She gave me nothing to eat and barely anything to drink. I had to piss and shit where I slept. She treated me worse than a dog, and the funny part was, she never really saw me. She saw someone else when she looked at me. When I finally came back home, the only person who could’ve made it better was also gone.

The only thing I deserve is you.”

If Aiden breaks my trust one more time, I won’t survive. One thing’s for sure, I’ll destroy him with me. It’s only fair with how much he destroyed me.

I didn’t lie to you

I’m done being your pawn. I’m done being played. I’m choosing me this time. Not you. Me!”

The fact that she erased me this fast deepens the dark hole inside my chest.

I hope he sees he did this to us.

He lied to you.

The man, the monster.

I deserve better than being a mere pawn.

You deserve it

How am I supposed to reach her if she won’t hear me out?

Promise you’ll marry me.” She holds out her pinkie. I curl mine around hers. “I promise.

King doesn’t see Silver as a woman

but I also love myself enough to walk away from you

I said,” he enunciates as if I didn’t hear him the first time. “You didn’t hear my side of the story.

He kept a fucking engagement a secret while I was going berserker on the girl who had more right to him than I ever would.

At least I changed for her

If she thinks I’ll let her get away she must not know me after all.

I’ll never leave you again. I promise.

Your Aiden watched, by the way