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Chapter 1

My Bullies, My Stepbrothers, My Mates/Lisa1oliver1

CHAPTER 1Carina's POVThe sound of the bell ringing happened to be the most fabulous sound I've heard in the whole of today where I hadn't even seen my boyfriend, Henry. Oddly enough, we both had the same classes and yet, he had been nowhere in sight since the first period. I had seen him head towards one of the abandoned classes down the hallway which just made it perfect for me to locate him quickly. Smiling to myself, I ignored the stares thrown at me, smiling happily as I hopped straight towards that area. The feeling of my waist-length hair which was packed into a ponytail swinging with every hop made it all the more fun. Finally, I stopped right in front of the door to the abandoned class where I had seen Henry enter. His scent wafted into my nostrils, creating a lightheaded feeling and I couldn't stop the smile from spreading on my face. “He's in there,” I said to myself, tapping my foot lightly on the floor while holding back my giggle. I pushed the door open a bit, trying to s

Chapter 2

My Bullies, My Stepbrothers, My Mates/Lisa1oliver1

Chapter 2Carina's pov “Carina…,” my mother's text came in, my phone going alive, lighting up to reveal her text. Up until yesterday, I've never held any feeling towards that name until now. Thanks to my lovely mother who loved surprising me with things I least expected, I had been forced to listen to the meaning of my name get attached to a derogatory sentence. “Yes mother,” with a slight huff, I pulled the covers of the bed away from me, typing back to my mother. Not that she needed my reply, because, either ways, she was still going to say whatever it was she wanted to. For once, I held the hope that my mother was going to wish me a happy birthday but I seemed to have expected too much when her text came in like a bomb. “Please try to look presentable this evening. I'm coming back with my new husband who would be your stepfather. His sons are going to be there too, for the introduction,” her text read and before I even had the chance to digest this information, she went offline li

Chapter 3

My Bullies, My Stepbrothers, My Mates/Lisa1oliver1

Chapter 3 Carina’s POVMonday came as fast as it left and I was sure of it being another terrible day in school. The mocking laughter that had all been directed at me since I stepped my feet onto the school grounds this morning only reminded me of the shameful thing I had been forced to do. I've always believed my mate was going to be someone I'd love no matter what he did but instead, the memories of all three of them urging me to wipe my tears with a degrading cloth like a slut didn't get erased from my head as easily as I thought. “Look at her. Why don't we ask her to come clean us up with her mouth when we are done in the washroom? We don't have to use the cloth again. She would be out of new clothes,” one of the male students laughed, giddily slapping the neck of his friend who also laughed along. I bowed my head further in shame, heading straight to my locker. All I just wished to have at this point was a peaceful day like it had been in the past. “Hey, Carina!” A familiar

Chapter 4

My Bullies, My Stepbrothers, My Mates/Lisa1oliver1

Carina's POVWith my bag slung over one of my shoulders, I sighed for the nth time this evening, my thoughts mainly about my mates. I had no one to talk to about my predicament and had no one to give me advice on what to do. Rodrigo, Arnaldo and Leonardo had all successfully done well in having me confused. First, they treat me like a slut and now, they help me out. It was surely not the twist I was expecting. Finally, I arrived In front of the hive building painted in white and gold and with a sigh, I made my way into the compound. Once inside, their combined scents seemed to have a mind of its own, making its way straight into my nose and causing a part of my senses to tingle. “Why do they smell so delicious?” I mumbled to myself, dropping my bag to the couch while following the trail of their scent. Oddly enough, their mixed scents only seemed to be leading me to my room that just happened to be on the other wing of theirs. “What are they doing in my room?” Was the only question I a