Novels by Justina

I woke up in an unfamiliar room that the walls were painted dull gray, with a harsh light shining through the bars.My head felt heavy, like a fog was still lingering from last night. As I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I noticed Cesar sitting right next to me, smirking.“You slept like a log,” he said, that cocky grin of his never wavering.I blinked, feeling a little dazed. “Where… where are we?”He chuckled, leaning back in his seat, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You don’t remember? Police came last night.”Bits and pieces of the chaos started to float back into my mind: the cops bursting in, everyone screaming and running. I closed my eyes, groaning. “Yeah… I remember now,” I muttered.I shifted uncomfortably, trying to piece everything together. “But why did they arrest us?”“Noise pollution or something,” Cesar replied with a shrug. “Apparently, some of the neighbors weren’t fans of the party. So, here we are, waiting for someone to bail us out.”I let out a sigh, feeling the

As Cesar took my hand, he led me away from the main party, and I felt a rush of excitement coursing through me. The atmosphere shifted as we entered a different area of the mansion, where the music was quieter but the energy felt charged. It was almost like stepping into a hidden realm reserved for the elite, where laughter and whispers danced in the air."Here we are," Cesar said, motioning toward a sleek bar that shimmered under soft lights. "Have a seat."I sat down, feeling the coolness of the bar beneath my fingers. Cesar had this commanding aura, and I found myself drawn to him, wanting to know more."What would you like to drink?" he asked, his gaze locked onto mine."A beer," I said, thinking about something simple.He laughed, shaking his head. "Nonsense! You have to try their special punch. Trust me, it's legendary."My interest was piqued, and I couldn't help but smile. "Alright, I'll have some."He went to a large bowl filled with a colorful concoction and poured two gl

As Mr. Ruben’s twisted words sank in, I felt disgust churn in my stomach. I took a shaky step back, my fists clenched as I tried to keep my voice from trembling.“You’re disgusting,” I spat, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. My heart was pounding, and I could barely think straight.Mr. Ruben’s face twisted into a scowl. “Keep your voice down,” he hissed, looking around the empty classroom. “Do you want the whole campus to hear?”I took a deep breath, glaring at him. “I don’t care who hears. You’re a creep.”Turning on my heel, I stormed out of the classroom. But before I could make it to the door, his voice echoed after me, cold and threatening. “You’ll regret this, Vanessa. I’ll make sure you never pass my class.”Ignoring him, I pushed the door open and broke into a fast walk down the hallway. The further I got from that room, the better I could breathe. My legs felt like they were moving on autopilot as I headed for the parking lot, desperate to get away.Just as I turned the c

I pushed open the door to the living room, my head throbbing from the hangover that made everything feel twice as loud, twice as bright. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep it off, away from any questions or judging looks. But just as I stepped inside, my heart dropped. Blair was standing there, watching me with that look—one that screamed she was ready to pounce on me with questions I had no interest in answering.I turned, trying to slip past her toward my room without saying a word, but Blair was quicker. She moved in front of me, blocking my way. Her arms were crossed, her expression cold and focused. “Where have you been, Vanessa?” Her voice was like ice, and it irritated me.“Please, Blair,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “Just get out of my way.”Her eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. “As long as you’re under my roof, I need to know where you’ve been.”I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “What on earth gives you the idea that you’re in charge of me?” I shot ba

As Vanessa stood in the doorway, her eyes pleading with me, I could hardly find the words. "Uh, of course you can stay," I stammered, stepping aside to let her in. The moment she crossed the door, it felt like everything shifted. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and I knew deep down that things were about to change.She closed the door behind her, her gaze steady on me. "I'm tired of pretending I don't want you," she said, her voice low and intense.It sent shivers down my spine. "I want you so bad, Antonio. It's eating me up inside." I swallowed hard, feeling my heart race."You're just saying that because you're drunk," I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to convince myself of that.She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she shook her head. "Stop pretending you don't see it. You feel it too."The weight of her words hit me like a train. My mind was racing, caught in a whirlwind of desire and the reality of my situation. I reached out, placing my hand on

ANTONIO's POVAs I pulled the last of the clothes out of the washer, something soft and lacy caught my attention. I frowned, holding up the black panties between my fingers. These…weren’t Blair’s. I knew what Blair wore. She liked things simple, full coverage. This—this was something else entirely.I stared at them for a moment, my mind racing. They didn’t belong to her, so there was only one other possibility. Vanessa.I raised the panties to my face, inhaling the scent deeply, and immediately I felt a rush. My heart pounded in my chest as I exhaled slowly. I could feel myself losing control—my thoughts swirling around her.I dropped the panties into the laundry basket, shaking my head. “I’m going crazy,” I muttered under my breath, trying to push her out of my mind. But the truth was, Vanessa had been in my head for days, maybe even weeks, and now, holding this small piece of fabric, I couldn’t deny how much she was affecting me.I quickly made my way to the living room, needing