Novels by HET

!ChatGPTOn Sunday morning, I didn't get out of bed for a moment. I called Nora a couple of times —without success—, and since I didn't talk to my best friend and no one answered me, I stayed sprawled in bed. I imagined the harsh words my parents would say to me if they saw me coming down after seeing me get out of Jax's car wearing the dress my father hated. If I had seen Samay... if I had seen her, because she had gone to sleep at her stupid boyfriend's house, and they had arrived around eleven in the morning.My phone rang at exactly twelve o'clock with an unknown number, and I answered it hearing my sister's and Adam's voices in the background."Where's your sister Andra?" Adam asked. Idiot, she doesn't have any more sisters. "We need to say good morning to her.""You know she doesn't like being bothered..."No, it wasn't that I minded being spoken to, it was that he and Samay's friends were horribly unbearable. I hated them. I got out of bed dragging my feet on the hardwood floo

I had him so close that I felt my sanity slipping through my fingers; I was losing track and sensibility. I wanted to jump on him —although I was already almost on top of him— and devour him, and not just with kisses. His cologne was stronger and more intoxicating now; before, it was mixed with alcohol and smoke, but now —despite the smell of marijuana— I was so close to him that I hoped my hair would carry his scent."Are you going to slash my motorcycle?" His fingers tingled against my hand on the other side of his hip, and he pulled me damn close to him —"Have the guts to touch my bike...""And so what, Jax?" I raised my head, and rested one of my hands on his hard chest. I had thought about sitting on his lap, but it wouldn't work; my thong would be visible, and I didn't want that —"If you don't have threats for women, shut up" —I smiled with tight lips and lightly slapped his somewhat rough cheek —"But seriously, Jax, why are you doing this? You're young, how old are you to be al

The Beta house was known for being the second-best, the house full of guys who hadn't been able to get into the Alpha house. Gradually, it had ceased to be a house of second-best to become a fraternity of parties and alcohol—it was the best at throwing parties. It was completely packed, with people at the entrance of the house already swaying, many of them dressed in yellow and blue—the colors of UCLA—with painted faces, or shirtless guys with a bear face drawn on their bellies. Mason Lee had the letter L written all over his torso in yellow, and he had painted around it in blue; he seemed pretty drunk already because when I passed by him and his slightly slanted eyes locked onto me before he wrapped his chubby arm around me, he smelled strongly of vodka and marijuana."Hey, my favorite babe!" he shouted.I pushed—or tried to—his overweight body, but I couldn't break free from his octopus-like hug. It had taken me a bit longer to get out of the car, and Nora and Abby had already enter

The car fell silent for a few seconds, there was no background music, and I tried to exhale the smoke as quietly as possible so as not to break the silence —even though you could hear the cars passing by us—. Santa Monica Boulevard was a busy place, it passed through the entire state route of California, and I still didn't know where he planned to take me through that place."You've heard shit about me —damn right I have; I've heard it all, even that I'm a killer!— why the hell do you keep being such an asshole wanting to deny that?"I shook my head. He didn't understand. Shit was also said about me, even in my posh school they made up stuff about me; that I was a slut, that I went to illegal places, that I did drugs... many of those rumors had reached my parents, and because of that, they distrusted me so much, because of those damn rumors I didn't have a peaceful life. And yet, I didn't hide my good side, Nora brought it out, because she loved me and supported me. Maybe Jax Jones ju

I was going over the children's drawings that I had painted throughout the course on my desk with my black marker. I had no interest whatsoever in what Miss Wood might have to tell us about numbers or equations. Nora, beside me, kept jotting things down in her notebook; of course, she liked math, but I had been failing at it for years, and I doubted this year would be any different."Do you want to at least pretend you're doing something productive, girl?" Nora glanced at my empty desk when the teacher paused to address a question. "Damn, you haven't even taken out your pencil case, lazy ass.""This teacher has it out for me. I hate this school, and even more so this subject."I really hated it, and I had reasons: 1) the uniform was ugly, hideous, dreadful, and painful to look at; 2) the colors green and mustard yellow were the most accurate combination to represent how crappy the school itself was; 3) the football team was a bunch of jocks who kept studying because of their parents'

I could feel the lights from the few lampposts nearby, illuminating my face. I had tossed my sneakers somewhere in the soft, cool sand of the beach. The music was echoing in my ears; I had to admit that the speaker Bryce had bought just a week ago from a second-hand market was quite powerful. "Come here!" Paola's brown curls were swaying back and forth as Cameron spun her around. I had lost Nora minutes ago, but her claim that she was "mixing drinks" gave me the feeling that it was inaccurate; she couldn't tell me that and then go in the opposite direction towards the portable coolers filled with alcohol. "You're pretty lonely, aren't you?" I gripped my vodka glass tightly and turned, digging my bare toes into the sand. Jordan had never made me nervous, and that day it wasn't his blue eyes or his bare torso that made me tremble as if I had touched a fork to a socket; it was the fact that next to him stood the well-built body of Jax Jones, with nothing covering his torso or the two

PAIGEI can't believe we have this now. Ashton has created the perfect house for the three of us, and it's three times bigger than I ever thought we could have. Ashton has earned a reputation in his field; he does good things and strives because money is something that now seems to fall from the sky for us. I don't earn nearly as much as he does, but we never argue about money. Ashton is fulfilling all my dreams."That's amazing," Jo murmurs when I give her a tour and explore a bit more. "I love it! You have an incredible fireplace in the reading nook. I wish I could live here; you're so lucky."She makes me laugh. The whole house is very modern in white, black, and gray tones; it has those large windows of wealthy homes, and I think what I like most is our private bathroom because we have a perfect round bathtub for both of us, and a shower where we also both fit, and an incredible mirror over the sink... I think everything in that bathroom is designed in a sexual way."And they just

PAIGEAshton means everything to Owen, and I have more things, but he means a lot to me too. The ease I have now for everything is thanks to him because I have a better job now, more accessibility, and I live with a little family that fills me with love, especially in those most difficult moments of exams, stress, and headaches. I think I measure my life according to what Owen does; each day he gets smarter, bigger, more polite... Except my baby.When he finally learns to ride a bike, I find them often in the building's parking lot when I return from university in the afternoon. I park my super car with a smile; I love Ashton's gift! No one had ever given me a gift like this before. I pick up my backpack from the passenger seat and carefully close the car door when I step out. Owen pedals on his little bike towards me, and I have to stop him."Watch out for Mom's new car," I remind him."How was your day?" he asks in that adorable way.I tell him everything as if he knows what I'm tal

ASHTONI know they're the best family I have as soon as I see Paige's latest thong next to my boxers. It's the first time I have auntie clothes in my closet, and it's nice to open the drawers and see the lace bras she has and those tiny thongs.And I can't deny that I'm crazy about the life my house has now; it's no longer such a dark and cold place. It feels more like a home, even though Paige spends more hours at university and working than in the apartment, and Owen now that he goes to school leaves me almost all day alone doing my architect stuff. Still, the nights feel familiar because I cook dinner for when Paige comes home, Owen "helps" me set the table every night, and we dine sharing things from the day. And in bed when we lie down... that's another world. I didn't know I could be so comfortable with anyone. And living with Paige is peaceful; we don't argue much, and she's not one of those girls who cling to me. She lets me go out with my friends, and she goes out with her an

ASHTON"Are you serious?" Apollo asks me for the fifth time.I nod.Summer has been rough. Even though Paige still works in the afternoons during the holidays, I spend most of my time with Owen, and I have to finish two jobs for the company before the vacation ends. Two samples I've already started because the upfront payment has been insanely good."Owen, no," I scold him as he tries to climb onto the TV stand. I take a sip of the beer from the pack Apollo brought. "Yeah, what's up? You've been nagging me for years to focus on life."He raises his arms and shakes his head. "I haven't said anything wrong, damn it," he laughs. "It's just that I don't see you living with Paige, or anyone for that matter. I don't think she's up for putting up with your bullshit if you're going to be messing around."I want to break his head. I've gone months without being with anyone else, only with her. Damn it, I love Paige, she's the woman for me. And now that I'm not studying anymore, now that I'll h

PAIGEAshton has to take us back to the apartment because he brought us last night, and he stays fixing Owen while I shower. Today is a nice spring day and summer is just around the corner so the weather is quite pleasant, and I dare to wear a tight green dress that covers me up to the thigh and pair it with a white long-sleeved jacket. I want to look good because it's his graduation, and he looks amazing in a black shirt he decided to wear and black jeans. It's quite simple, but it stands out, and I want to look pretty, I want him to look at me and feel good about being with me.I rush out of my room still barefoot towards the bathroom. Jo is in her pajamas watching TV and Ashton at the other end of the sofa as far away from her as possible. He looks at me over the sofa."Are you ready yet?""No!" I shout from the bathroom. "Five minutes.""Lies," I hear Jo say."Ten," I correct.I dry my hair and braid it on each side, tying it with a small band behind in a crown style. It looks goo

PAIGEWhat Ashton does to make me so happy is something I didn't expect to happen. I did want to be with him, it's something I want because I truly like him, and it seems to work much better than I expected. It's quite unique when we're alone or when we're together with Owen. He's close to graduating, and while I think it's a good option for him to work at his father's dealership despite how much he hates it, but in the face of his refusal, all I can do is help him become an architect. Today he was going to the company from the brochure I gave him, that's why he didn't wait for me outside my faculty before going to the nursery to spend time with Owen.I would like to do something if they accept him as a scholarship recipient at the company, my idea was to make a cake or something like that to have a snack together, but I don't have time, however, at one point at work I sneak away to send him a message.How did it go?Luckily there aren't many people around and I can pay more attention