Being Their's

Lilliana's mom always thinks about herself, never her own daughter. So, when she gets married and moves them again to a new town, Lilliana never expects she will become happier than she has been in years. Her new stepbrother Ryder can't stand seeing Lilly with her five new 'boyfriends." Ryder makes her his. Then the other two stepbrothers come home for Christmas break and things get even hotter. How is she going to handle being with three guys, when she has never even had a real boyfriend? Only thing she knows for sure is she loves Being Their's!

Chapters

Chapter 1

“Hey Ryder, what time are you leaving for school?” I ask when I find him in the kitchen eating cereal.

Ryder looks at me with his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter what time I plan to leave?”

“Umm because I am riding with you. Why else would I be asking?” I say annoyed with his dumb question.

Ryder smirks. “Well, I am leaving at seven thirty, but the bus will be here in about ten minutes. So, I suggest you get your ass down to the bus stop. Don’t want to be late on your first day at a new school.”

“The bus? Your dad told you to drive me.” I say in disbelief.

“My dad’s not here, I only agreed so I didn’t have to hear him bitch. I got to pick up my girlfriend, and I can’t have you cock blocking me.” Ryder says finishing his cereal.

I stare at him in disbelief. I should have known he was going to be a fucking prick when his dad was gone. He’s been a dick since the first day I met him.

“Off you go.” He says waving a dismissive hand towards the door.

Scoffing I grab my backpack and head for the door. “Fucking prick.” I say quietly before slamming the door behind me.

The wind slaps me in the face the second I close the door causing me to shiver. Shit it’s kind of chilly I wish I would have grabbed a hoodie or something. I am not going back in there with that asshole though.

Looking around for a second, I see some other kids standing at the end of the street, that must be where the bus stop is. Pulling my thin long sleeve shirt down over my hands I walk towards the other kids at the end of the street.

This is a nice neighborhood all the houses are at least two stories, yards are clean and mowed to perfection, the houses are all perfectly painted as if they are repainted every year. I have only been here for two days, so I haven’t really had time to explore.

The gate in the yard next to my house opens and a gorgeous tall blonde-haired boy walks out. He has to be at least six foot three and if I had to guess I’d say he’s probably a senior like me. After closing his gate his head lifts and our eyes meet. He has the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen on a man.

“Hey.” He says in a deep voice showing me the most beautiful smile.

I smile shyly. “Hey.”

“I’m Logan. You are Ryder’s new stepsister, right?” He asks as he starts walking beside me.

“Unfortunately.” I say with a small laugh. “How did you know that though?”

“Small town.” He says with a laugh. “So why aren’t you riding to school with him?”

I turn my head with narrowed eyes to look at him. “Cause he’s a dick. He didn’t want me cock blocking him. His words not mine.”

Logan laughs. “I wasn’t going to say anything but since you said it first, yeah he is a dick.”

“Lucky me, we get to live in the same house.” I say sarcastically.

“I thought it was bad living next to him. I would hate to live with him.” Logan says smiling.

“Hey guys.” Logan says to the other teenagers at the bus stop when we get down there. Two younger girls blush and wave at him. If I had to guess I would say they are maybe sophomores.

A couple minutes later the bus pulls up in front of us. The two younger girls get on the bus first, and I motion for Logan to go next but he gives me a small push with his hand on my lower back, and I reluctantly get on the bus before him.

The bus is full of curious kids staring at me, probably all wondering who the hell I am. I know that’s what I would be wondering. Looking around I try to find an empty seat. Logan leans in and whispers “go to the back you can sit with me.”

I nod my head and walk to the very back. There are four other guys sitting back there, all of them are gorgeous, not as gorgeous as Logan but pretty good looking, nonetheless. I can feel their eyes on me as I take the empty seat at the back sitting by the window, Logan sits beside me taking the aisle seat.

“Sup guys.” Logan says bumping fists and shaking hands with each guy. They all nod and say their own greetings, never taking their eyes off me.

A tan guy sitting in the seat next to us with gorgeous brown eyes and shaggy black hair smiles at me and nods to Logan. “Is this Ryder’s new sister?”

“Stepsister.” I chime in rolling my eyes.

Logan laughs. “She’s not a fan of Ryder either. This is-.” Logan pauses and turns to me with an apologetic smile. “You never actually told me your name.”

I smile. “I’m Lilliana most people call me Lilly though.”

Logan smiles at me. “Lilly, I like that. This is Brandon he says pointing to the guy sitting in the seat next to us with the brown eyes and black hair. That’s Aaron he says pointing to the guy sitting beside Brandon, everyone calls him A-Rod. Aaron smiled flashing bright white teeth. He is good looking athletic build, red hair, green eyes, and a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. This is Harrison he says pointing to an equally attractive blonde guy with blue eyes and tan skin. Last but not least this is Calvin he says pointing to a gorgeous black guy with dark chocolate colored skin and gorgeous light brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you guys.” I say smiling at all of them.

“So how do you like living with Ryder?” Harrison asks with a slight bit of sarcasm laced into his tone.

I scoff. “I’m riding the bus and he has a fancy ass car. What do you think?”

Harrison laughs. “He’s a prick, but I figured since you are so hot he would have at least been nice to you.”

I feel heat spread up my neck and onto my face. He thinks I’m hot? Logan laughs, “Real subtle dude.”

Harrison shrugs. “What? She’s hot. Don’t act like you haven’t

noticed.”

Logan nods his head in agreement, and I feel my blush deepen. “Just because I think it doesn’t mean I need to say it.”

Brandon, Calvin, and Aaron laugh but also nod their heads in agreement. What the hell is going on? There is no way they all think I’m hot. This town must have some ugly women if they all think I’m hot.

I mean I am not the ugliest girl in the world but I’m not exactly a super model. I have thick thighs, a very round ass, large breasts and a smallish waist. My hair is a dirty blonde almost brown at this point and my blue eyes are nothing special. My skin is so pale it’s almost ghostly. People at my old school didn’t really show any interest in me.

There was one guy that was always hitting on me, but he was weird and definitely not sexy. All of these guys could have any girl they want; they are all muscular and if I had to guess I would say they all play some kind of sport. Why would they want someone like me?

Laughing, I try to change the subject. “So, what do you guys do for fun?”

Logan is the first to answer. “Well, there isn’t really anything fun to do around here. If you haven’t noticed the town is kind of small and there isn’t much to do anywhere.”

“I haven’t really had a chance to explore. I just moved in over the weekend. But that really sucks.” I say with a laugh.

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I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name. Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her." Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card. "She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her." I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed. I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck. I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned. "Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms. I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

I Paid the Alpha King for One Night

7.3

For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous. Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate. I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry. The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother. He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement. Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother. He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse.

Modern Romance Werewolf

9.0

Justice for the Family

9.0

I jolted awake to the sound of Leo's ragged coughing. The digital clock on my nightstand glowed 2:17 AM, casting an eerie blue light across our sparse bedroom. Michael's side of the bed was empty—again. Probably at Amanda's, I thought bitterly, but I pushed the familiar ache aside as another harsh cough echoed from Leo's room. Throwing back the covers, I rushed down the hallway of our modest Fort Lewis housing unit. The worn carpet was rough against my bare feet, a constant reminder of how little Michael invested in our actual home. "Leo, baby?" I whispered, pushing open his door. My five-year-old son sat upright in bed, his small chest heaving with each labored breath. When he turned to me, his flushed face glistened with sweat in the glow of his dinosaur night light. "Mommy," he wheezed, "my chest hurts." I pressed my palm to his forehead and pulled back instantly.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.6

MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE

8.6

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

My Groom’s Mistress Staged Her Own Suicide to Destroy Me

9.0

The dress cost fourteen thousand dollars and fit like a second skin. I knew because I'd stood in three separate fittings, turning slowly under fluorescent lights while a seamstress with pins between her teeth made it perfect. Ivory silk, clean lines, no lace — I'd never been a lace person. The kind of dress that said I know exactly who I am. I sat in front of the vanity mirror in the bridal suite of the Hargrove Hotel and looked at the woman wearing it. Hair pinned. Makeup done. Hands folded in her lap like she was waiting for a meeting to begin. My phone buzzed on the vanity. I picked it up.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.1

RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO

7.1

"You're mine now, Brittany." He whispered in my ears. I froze. I don't remember telling him my name. Zayne...Zayne...oh God. Now, I remember why his name sounded so familiar...but it was too late, I thought as I lost consciousness. __ Brittany's life has been full of heartbreaks and pain, from her father's death to her mother's manipulation and abuse, while using religion as a weapon. She grews up with fear, guarding her virginity like a cloak because of her mother's constant words in her ears. Until she meets Zayne, known throughout New York as the CEO for his ruthlessness, he turns out to be Mafia too. Zayne claims her as his refusing to let her go. Will Brittany grow to love him and give him a chance after what he did to her? What happens when she's the only one who can save him from enemies flocking around him? __ "I'm letting you go, doll." He mumbled as he held on to me, his eyes growing weak. My heart twisted in my chest as tears fell down my cheeks. No... "I don't regret a thing. You taking me was the best thing that ever happened to me."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

Being Their's

Chapter 1

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