Novels by LoreynIsDaName

I yawn, the warm smell of fresh coffee drifting through my nostrils as I arch my back on the bed and stretch my body awake.Damn. I slept like shit.I reach over on the nightstand for my phone to see what time it is, but my hand doesn’t land on anything, just falls through the empty space.What? But as long as I can remember, I left my phone on the nightstand. Shit. I throw back the covers and climb out of bed, heading for the chest of drawers where my phone is charging. I grab it, turn it on.I don't even know why my phone got there and why the hell is it charging. I dialed Myra's phone number and she answered most immediately."Hey I've been trying to call you yesterday." I said before she could do anything."Bitch!! You're literally living on one roof!" She squealed over the phone. I manage to put the cellphone away from my ear before she destroys my eardrums. "What the heck girl. I just woke up!" Chills spread up my arms, so I flip open the top of my suitcase and pull out my

I couldn't say I didn't expect this. Jesus, it was why I’d always tried to keep my distance from her. I’d known she would trip me up. Though, as much as I wished I could blame my fuck-up on the fact trouble followed Elowyn wherever she went, I knew that had nothing to do with it. When she was close, all I could focus on was that she smelled like temptation.Did I know her before claiming her lips five months ago? For fucksake yes I did. Instead of making her as bait for her mother to stop drooling on my father's money she became my hardest temptation."How is she?" Derek asked as he sipped on his glass of whiskey. We are at the wedding anniversary party of one of our friends, Lucas. That prick is been cheating on his wife for about a year and the fucker even had two girlfriends while he's with his wife. "Pain in my ass." I answered clenching my jaw. She is my biggest problem. I wish I could torture my dick for thinking of her every night. Flashing images through my mind of her na

Flashback 5 months agoThe blank inky sky dripped on my subconscious. I can see the stubborn city lights from the glass window of Myra's penthouse.The blast of music rang on my ears as sweat coated my palm. Nervous plus anxiety kept me awake and kicking while most of the guests were now wasted and sleeping everywhere even the bathroom didn't survive the apocalypse. This is my first time attending a party and my first time to ever drink an alcohol beverage. Tastes bad compared to ice tea. It has a weird slice of bitterness that tastes like bitter gourd. Ergh I can puke this out even if it doesn't reach my throat. "C'mon Winnie it's my birthday!" Myra had been asking me to party with them rather than sulk in the corner. Pretty pathetic for my side. Party means dancing and being wasted until the next day Advil won't aid the migraine, headaches and of course puking, I hate that part. It's like I'm pinching out my internal organs. Myra invited most of her socialite circle and they'v

More sweat trickled down my forehead as I looked down at my plate. I swear to God when I'm done with college I'm gonna leave my mom. She conceived me for 9 months without proper knowledge how to take care of her child. She lacked knowledge of everything except being a complete slut and a professional gold digger. "What is wrong with you ELOWYN REYNOLDS!?" She shouted banging her hands on our wooden dinner table. The plates rattled with grimace. I hate her. She should be looking after me! Taking care of me. This bitch is forcing me to live with her new husband and her step son that she prefers to call a "new humble family". Humble my ass. "You can't force me to live an awful life with you mother! I can live and support myself please. I want my freedom, I'm already nineteen!" I can sense she's already losing her patience against me. To what extent can she force me so that I can live with my new step father and step brother. My dad only passed five months ago but she already got a

"I guess you'll be stuck with me lil sis." He stood there with his back turned, I can hear his frequent rapid breaths in sync with mine. Then he turned to face me. I wet my lips when he gave me his usual sarcastic face. I can still feel his soft caress against my cold skin that night. The night he chose to betray and make my life a living hell. He took one step forward towards me, my whole body stiffened. I can smell my excitement, fear and most especially the embarrassment hidden after five years of yearning his touch. "How I hate seeing you that it hurts the core of my whole being Rhett." My fist clenched as he smiled like it's his first day in kindergarten. Those dimples. How I hate those pretty dimples that only disguised his evilness to an innocent and charming face. "Do you really hate me or do you hate the fact that your silly ex lover aka your step brother will marry in two weeks?" His look was so intense that in mere seconds my knees would turn into jello. The urge to