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School me p3 (page 29)

The third season of School Me

Lizzy

Now it was Monday and I have just arrived home to find Mason sitting on the bed of his truck waiting for me.

“Howdy there Ms. Sherlock.” He greets me with his new nickname as I jump out of my Camaro.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be like I don’t know, let me see, football practice? I heard you guys are playing against us this weekend.” I say as I grab my back from the passenger seat and slam the door.

His light green gaze wrinkles and it isn’t the first time I see the stark resemblance he has to his sister, Kylie, and father.

“Nope, we train at 6 am, not pm.” He jumps down and I get a full view of his sculpted legs in his light blue denim.

He crosses his arms and I arch my brow as he flexes his pec. Reagan Orniel is handsome and a total jock thru and thru and he is my cousin, but Mason Bray. Fuck me to blindness the guy puts Chris Hemsworth to shame. His dark rich brown hair is shorter than it was a few weeks back and the scruff on his jaw screams man. Not a seventeen-year-old preppy boy.

“So I came to pick you up. We meeting Dexter in the main house in an hour.” He stares at me intensely, my face flushes and I can my face, slip my bag over my shoulder and silently thank out creator for Mason Bray. Gosh, the guy is hot.

I have never considered myself as shallow or some girl who goes crazy over a hot face but now I seriously need to consider it. Since I met Mason I have had all kinds of crazy fantasies starring Mason Bray and myself.

My long legs eat up The distance to my door in no time. I get inside my house and drop my bag on the sofa in the lounge.

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School me p3 (page 28)

Lizzy

My night with Dexter was productive. When I arrived at his place Saturday evening I was a tad bit nervous.

I have not spent time with a guy alone EVER.

The most male contact I had was with Kyle Brandt, my dad’s clients son. We went to second base at the pool outside my house while my dad and his spoke. So believe it when I say I was tidal of nervous anxiety to be at Dexter’s place after 7.

When I arrived Dexter opened the door and took me straight to the kitchen where he had the centerpiece decked with a meal to feed a small army.

I finally met his sister and brother and watched in fascination as the two bickered about general Knowledge.

Dexter shut them both up when he integrated his piece of information.

Then I met the nanny who looked like she was a bodyguard rather than a babysitter.

Once we had eaten our five-course meal, Dexter and I moved to the library.

We drank half a bottle of whiskey and spent the rest of Saturday evening looking at all possible scenarios to why my dad and Gina’s death was related. At first, I was a nervous wreck but once he started telling me jokes and stories about him and Mason growing up I actually felt at home.

We ended up sleeping in the library on the black sunk in sofas and woke up this morning to Mason calling.

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School me p3 (page 26)

The third season of School Me

Dainy

“Pop quiz.” Ms. Nelan announces. A few of my classmates groan but most of us, me included roll our eyes.

I put my iPhone on silent as Christopher whispers, “Did you hear about the fight between Sabastian and Reagan everyone is talking about it”

I nudge my best friend since four grade, “obviously I had a dummy, you the one who told me, I just wish I knew why. I tried calling Rae this morning but her phone went straight to voicemail. If somebody knows it will be her.”

“Or you could get it straight from your boyfriend’s mouth, naked.” Christopher chuckles as I lightly punch his arm.

“Ms. Hallow and Mr. Hugh talking before a test will get you detained for a week.” Ms. Nelan yells from her desk as the entire classroom quietens down.

I glare at her as Christopher smiles and apologizes, “Sorry mam, won’t happen again.”

“Be sure it doesn’t, I want no pencils and books laying on your tables, IPad out, the link address and password are on the board. You have one hour, you may begin in five.” Ms. Nelan says.

It’s lunch break when I finally get my first stress free breath of fresh air.

Reagan is spending his lunch break with the football team preparing for this weeks game against Liston High Public.

I am spending my break with my feet propped up while I indulge in a selective variety of assorted fruits and veggies. My skin is soaking up the suns heat as my mind riddles with Gina’s death and Elizabeth’s connection to it all. While talking to Mason this weekend he let slip about Elizabeth’s dad and the possibility of his death linking to Gina Lornes. The problem with the story was Sabastian and my involvement with Gina.

Normally I would have spoken to Sabastian but after I heard about his fight with Reagan I am nervous and if I must admit dreadful to face him.

“If It isn’t the school’s personal tormentor.” The deep voice has me turning my head as I pop a baby carrot in my mouth.

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School me p3 (page 25)

The third season of School Me

Dainy

I slam my locker door closed, and rush toward my science class.

Today is pop quiz day. The idea of the word pop is supposed to mean we don’t know about it.

But this is Liston High Private. Everybody knows about everything. Our school is like a pound filled with gossipers, trouble makers and divas.

Surprisingly the principal manages to keep our year exams a secret. (He doesn’t really, he sells our papers for five hundred dollars a page. And math he doubles it)

My best friend Christopher Hugh meets me at the door of our physics class while all the other kids rush in side, mumbling their hellos, while the girls giggle and bat their eyelashes at my best friend.

“Yo Dainy, how was the weekend with the infamous Madon Bray ?” Christopher asks me as I give him an one-arm hug by the door glaring at Ashley Herne as she passes me.

“Madon.” I snort at that ridiculous name Christopher made up in 8th grade when Mason punched our then history teacher, Mr Ricken after he told Mason to remove his entitled ass from his classroom when Mason told Mr Ricken that he should be teaching 4th graders history not 8th.

“Nothing to remember and I mean that in a totally grey way.”

Christopher leads me into the room with his hand on my back, and we immediately walk to our chairs that are four rows from the front.

“You telling me that the Madon Bray was actually tolerable? Have you been holding out on me? Or has my hearing finally gone awol?”

“I’m saying that it actually wasn’t that bad. Now back to more interesting topics, did you really shack up with Bronwyn and Billie Tanner?”

We sit down as Ms Carmichael and Ms Nelan enters the classroom.

“Pop quiz.”

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Kylie Bray (Excerpt 2)

“Sweet thang, I thought it was you.” Storm’s voice has me spinning so
fast I almost tumble and fall. Instead of falling and tumbling to the hard
ground and damaging my new dress and perfect skin, Vincent grabs my
arm, pulling me into his chest.

“This conversation is far from over Kylie, you and I are not done.” His
whispered words are heard clearly in my ear before he gives me a gentle
push.

Just as I right myself, Storm’s arm is wrapped around my waist.

“Miss me Sweet girl.” His words aren’t just a question to me but a statement and warning to Vincent.

Storm is territorial, he is claiming me like the biker he is. I think it is sweet, cute but really unnecessary.

It is Christmas and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s mood so I let it slide
and walk with Storm to the bonfire ignoring the man with the face that
owns my soul staring daggers into my head.

“Thought you haven’t seen the guy in a while.” Storm points out as his fingers flex around my waist.

“I didn’t, guess he decided to show up for Christmas this year, past him as I was leaving.”

He chuckles, “When I sent the invite didn’t think you would show.”

“Gotta keep a man on his feet if he wants you in his bed.” I drawl, knowing he likes it when I do that.

He shakes his head with a big grin to his face, “Does that said man get a kiss.”

I stop walking. We are on the corner of the farm house, the bonfire just on the hill with at least forty bikers. I hear their lively shouts and curses and howling laughs.

I look at Storm, slip my backpack off my shoulder and shove it in to his chest.

Storm laughs and I admit the guy has a really good laugh, who knew a biker could be so darn cute with dimples. More so today, I can see he is glad I made it, and I admit I am glad I came too. Though my reasons are very different. It is refreshing that tonight I, Kylie Bray have a man who is happy to see me. Even if it isn’t the one I want.

I move to carry on with our trek, he stops me by grabbing my arm in a gentle yet firm caress, his eyes serious as he looks at me under the
outside lights.

Storm drops my bag, pulls me by my arm until I am plastered to his body, capturing my chin between his roughened fingers.

I tilt my head, staring at him, I don’t think a thought and neither does he as our mouths meet in a languid dual of star crossed lovers. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and we kiss for the first time like we are more than just us.

Storm takes my mouth like I am his, and I don’t stop him. I don’t even allow myself an opportunity to come to my senses and slow things down.

I kiss Storm like we could have something, I kiss him with a false sense of hope.

That night was the night I would say Storm moved himself into my life.

It was on that day on the corner of the Satan Snipers clubhouse, under bright lights and watching eyes of a man that I didn’t know was watching
did the Satan Sniper’s vice president and I start our story.

I’m not going to say that it didn’t end well, I am not going to say that It wasn’t my fault he turned out the way he did.

Truth is, we are all pro choice, but sometimes our choices become duty,
sometimes those duties have consequences that alter so many peoples paths. Changes so many lives. Sometimes our choices are not our own, they are the outcome of peoples actions.

Get it on amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Kylie-Bray-Made-Stone-heart-ebook/dp/B079HV95VW

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The story of Kylie Bray

Writing Kylie Bray

A few years back I started Kylie Bray. It was just a basic story about a girl in love with her billionaire brother.

The story was bland and I quickly got bored of it and continued to write the sequel to House of Legions.

After I published Beggar I started the blog of Liston Hills (school me) and I needed more characters. Then came in Kylie Bray and her siblings.

Once I brought her in, my obsession for the familia came to play then one thing led to another and before I even understood it myself I was writing three different series that all linked to each other because of one girl ‘Kylie Bray’. Her story kept bugging me, and I wrote it up in stages. On and off until I completed it a month back.

She is and will always be a character I can relate too as well as many women and men who have experienced unrequited love.

Below is a small piece of Kylie Bray 😊😁

People look at me and see a monster. They look at me and see a killer but no body knows I am so much worse.

I was once Kylie Bray , billionaire heiress, a Southern belle until Mafia boss Vincent Stone walked back into my life.

He was my obsession, I was addicted to his darkness and instead of nurturing it , he used it as the worst form of torture.

I knew Vincent was a bad person , but I never knew how bad he really was until I was already too deep, lost to the maze of obsession.

I couldn’t find my way out no matter how hard I tried.

He tainted me, marked me as his knowing that he would never be mine.

You see , Vincent Stone wasn’t just my stepbrother. He was a made man and I was his muse

Available on Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Kylie-Bray-Made-Stone-heart-ebook/dp/B079HV95VW

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Zero (Satan Sniper’s motorcycle club book 3)

Zero

“hey, how’s the leg? ready to get the fuck off that damn thing.” I ask my brother.

It has been weeks since he arrived to the clubhouse. A month and three days since Amariya Demarco betrayed us all. I called her Beauty, even though she insisted we call her Beggar.

I dumped Falon. I gave up everything for her and all she did was remind me what a failure I am. I was supposed to protect the clubhouse, my brothers, our women and I failed them all.

I live with it, the guilt and with the guilt comes my shame because where ever I look where ever I walk in this place I see her.

Those black eyes, that long hair and pale skin. Her voice haunts me. She is inside me. Like a layer of flesh attached to my very being.

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MY REBIRTH LETTER

Hey guys….

I am sorry I haven’t posted in a while. In fact since last year July I haven’t really kept up with my consistency as previously due to personal issues….

Unfortunately in my case these issues have affected my blogging and writing amongst other parts of my life.

So I just want to say thank you to all my subscribers for sticking this trying time out with me and sticking with me. I can’t ask for better people.

On a more serious note…. School me part 3 will be back Monday to Friday starting from the 30th May 2018….

Zero will be out soon and so will prince of souls and my poetry book (which still doesn’t have a title) 😊

Tomorrow I will be posting the first chapter of Zero…. Along with snippets and other info regarding Zero.

A proper newsletter will be posted this Friday 😊. Stay tuned because I am back…☺😁

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Book of the week

The Epic fantasy has begun

William Blackwyll has roamed the earth, thriving in both mortal and The Angel Descendants world. He has watched emperors rise and fall in their own blood, and fought battles along side Lightwatcher’s, Elvans, Shifters, Fairies and casters. 

None of which matters now because it didn’t prepare him for the hardest battle of his life. It didn’t prepare him for Clare Miller, the Lightwatcher hunted by Angels and Demons. 

After a severe head injury eight years ago left Clare Miller with no recollection of the first ten years of her life, retrieving the unattainable, is exactly what it is, UNATTAINABLE. Her only source to link her to her mysterious past is her overbearing, tight lipped mother. 

Clare has no idea the deadly power that surge’s through her veins waiting to be unleashed onto the earth. 

A horrific event leaves Clare with no option but to rely on her estranged brother, Nathan and an enticing fire Angel, Kalbreal. 

Hunted by Tempters and Angels, Clares only hope is the man who walks in her dreams, a man of no face, but eyes of the deepest blue, dipped in the finest cut of diamonds, William Blackwyll. 

The race to the end begins. Angels and Demons will fight for their right while one girl will bring the heavens to her knees. 

Touched by the heavenly hand itself, Clare Miller must uncover her destiny in PART 1 of Epic fantasy Romance – The Angel Descendants

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School me p3 (page 21)

The third season of School Me

Reagan




Rage is said to come in blindfolded in a moment when one loses their ability to logic. As Sabastian stands in front of me, hands in his pocket I feel the rage, I feel my logic and sense of control slip.
My eyes must narrow, my body lunges forward as my fist meets his face. The pain is a welcoming agony as it shoot up my hand to my wrist. Sabastian doesn’t go down from my glorified punch, he retaliates with a fist to my gut, knocking the wind out of me, as I mimic his motion, and knee him in his stomach. He hunches and coughs and I go for a upper cut to his chin which he ducks and punches me solid in my sternum.

I tackle him to the floor and we are both going at it. Fist after fist, the copper taste in my mouth, swelling on my jaw, thumping in my head is a mind pleaser as Sabastian goes down and lays on the floor staring up at the sky, I follow suit. We are both quiet. Our rage not lessened by our fists but caged by our mind. 
Neither of us can say anything, the truth is out there now, it is part of us. When I see Dainy tomorrow it will be a constant roar in my mind. Sabastian Delroy, a close friend is in love with my girl, he considers her his. And even I can’t deny that the thought of him being right isn’t crushing me, it isn’t masking my love in dread. Dainy was his. 
“Out of all the shit we have gotten through, a girl is what it comes down to.” Sabastian groans after he says this. 

The sky is dark, the faint noise of music and peoples voices drift through the air, “I love her too.” I tell him, and though I have never admitted the words to Dainy or hinted at it , I am honest when I admit it to him.
“Yeah, I know.” We both quieten, laying there on the hard ground where we once shared an easy laugh and an even easier silence. Now, what were we. 

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