A Romance In Passing Chapter 05
At those words, something inside Emily snapped. The haze clouding her mind cleared in an instant. She didn’t know where the surge of strength came from, but she pushed herself…
A Romance In Passing Chapter 04
Even though Emily had expected William to use this excuse to keep Aria close, hearing him lie so shamelessly still made her chest tighten with anger. Her hands curled into…
A Romance In Passing Chapter 03
Emily had just finished everything for the day and was about to hail a cab home when her phone rang. It was William. “Emmy, you’re not home? Where are you?…
A Romance In Passing Chapter 02
The memories clawed at Emily’s heart. Not wanting to worry Arthur and Teresa, she lied, “I just missed you all.” But Teresa heard the tremor in her voice and understood…
A Romance In Passing Chapter 01
Emily Caldwell had thought she finally had William Silverstein back, and that her life could at last settle into something close to peace. Everything held steady until Aria Rayburn’s wedding.…
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 07
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 07 The drive was pure silence and tension. Chase had one hand on the wheel, the other doing absolutely nothing on the gearshift, like…
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 06
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 06 Didn’t even make it to trigonometry before the intercom crackled my social death sentence: “Zoey Hale, report to Administration.” Nobody looked. The gossip…
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 05
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 05 After that kiss nuked my nervous system, everyone either avoided eye contact or stared like I was a car crash in real time.…
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 04
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 04 “Casual vibes party” from Amber Mays translates to: coordinated Instagram content, professional-grade contouring, and enough fake enthusiasm to power a small city. I…
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 03
Your Rival Saw Me Naked Chapter 03 Detention moves like expired honey. Thick, sticky, pointless. I’m tapping my pen against the desk like it’s morse code for “get me out…