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!

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Chapter 2

Calvin is the next to chime in. “We all play football except for this loser right here.” He says slapping Aaron on the shoulder.

Aaron punches his shoulder and laughs “Fuck you dude. You guys are just mad that I am the basketball star and you guys are stuck playing grab ass with each other on the football field.”

I can’t help but laugh watching their exchange. “So, you play basketball?” I ask giggling.

Aaron smiles at me. “Yeah, it’s much better than football.”

Logan rolls his eyes but even he can’t help but laugh. “That’s awesome.” I say laughing as all the guys continue punching each other and slapping each other’s shoulders.

Aaron winks at me. “You will have to come watch me play sometime.”

“Ummm, I’m not really big on sports. I have never really been a huge fan.” I say with an apologetic smile.

Calvin gasps and slaps a hand over his chest. “I am so offended. Now you have to come watch me play. Let me change your mind.”

All the guys nod in agreement. “Fine, I will think about it.”

Logan smiles and casually places his hand on my thigh. “I hope you will come see us play.”

Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I can’t help but smile back at him. If he keeps looking at me like that, I think I would do anything for him. The rest of the ride to school is filled with laughs and smiles.

As the bus pulls up in front of what looks like a cafeteria and comes to a stop I can’t help but feel a rush of nerves. I hate being the new girl. Especially since I am a senior now and it’s the middle of the damn school year. My mom just couldn’t wait to marry Curtis. I begged her to wait until the end of my senior year so I wouldn’t have to transfer, but as always, she put herself first over me.

Kids start filing off the bus one by one and I reluctantly stand up. Logan turns to me. “Are you ready?”

I give him a nervous smile. “No. Honestly I hate being the new girl.”

Logan gives me a reassuring smile and grabs my hand. “I will show

you around.”

I look down at our hands for a second, before looking back at his face. I have never had anyone be this nice to me on my first day. “Thanks.” I say taking a deep breath and smiling at him.

“Let’s go.” He says intertwining our fingers and giving me a gently tug towards the front of the bus.

“I need to go to the office.” I tell him as we step off the bus.

He nods his head. “I will take you.” The guys are all waiting for us in front of the cafeteria. I can’t help but blush when I see Calvin and Harrison looking at our intertwined hands.

“Hey guys, I will catch up to you later. I am going to show Lilly where the office is.” Logan says to the guys.

They all nod and give me a smile. “See you later Lilly.” They say almost in unison.

“Bye guys.” I smile and wave as Logan pulls me up the hill away from the cafeteria.

Logan never let’s go of my hand as we walk towards a large building at the top of the hill, even as we get stares and even some glares from girls walking past. Logan just continues smiling like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“This is the main classroom building.” Logan says leaning in a little too close to my ear. “The office is down here.”

The building itself is like one large, long hallway with lockers lining both sides of the wall. There are some small classrooms that break up the long lines of lockers and kids are walking in all different directions.

The office is small with a reception desk to the right and a couple of smaller offices towards the back of the room. There is an older lady sitting behind the reception desk. She smiles when she sees Logan.

“Logan. What can I do for you sweetheart?”

“Hey Mrs. Smith. This is Lilly. She is new here.”

Mrs. Smith turns her friendly smile to me. “Lilly, yes I was expecting you dear. Your mother has already filled out all of your paperwork. I just need to get you an ID and a schedule.”

“Thank you.” I say with a smile.

“Logan dear, would you mind showing miss Lilly around today?” Mrs. Smith says without looking up from her computer.

Logan gives her a devastatingly beautiful smile. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Thank you dear.”

Logan winks at me and I can’t help but blush. “Thank you, Logan.” I say smiling.

It only takes Mrs. Smith a few minutes to get my ID and schedule. We thank her and step back out into the hallway. She told me to pick any empty locker. “Do you know if there is any empty lockers anywhere?” I ask Logan feeling overwhelmed.

Logan smiles and starts walking down the hall. “Right this way my lady.”

Rolling my eyes I laugh and follow after him. Towards the end of the hall Logan swings a locker open for me. “Here you go.”

“That was easy. How did you know where one was so easily?” I ask as I set a few binders in my new locker.

Logan gives me a mischievous smile. “My locker is right beside yours.”

“You gave me a locker right beside yours?” I say narrowing my eyes at him in disbelief.

“I sure did.” Logan says smiling. “Now lets look over your schedule.”

I shake my head smiling. I don’t think I have ever smiled this much in one morning. I am so lucky I met Logan this morning.

“English, Algebra 3, Chemistry, Spanish 3, Lunch, Digital Communications, Study Hall, and World History.” Logan says reading off my schedule. “Looks like I have all but three classes with you.”

“All but three?” I ask smiling. “So, you can take me to most of my classes today?”

“Of course I will. I am pretty sure at least one of the guys you met this morning is in each of the other three classes with you. So, you won’t be alone.” Logan says as he once again grabs my hand and pulls me through a set of double doors that lead outside.

“That makes me feel better. I hate being the new girl that doesn’t know anyone in my classes. Everyone always stares at you with those oh look at that poor girl looks, and it is so irritating.”

Logan laughs. “I honestly wouldn’t know. I have been at this school my whole life and we really don’t get that many new people each year.”

“Must be nice.” I say with a small smile. I have been to five new schools since seventh grade. What mom wants mom gets. No matter what I think mom does what she wants when she wants. At my last school I had amazing grades, several friends and I had even joined a couple school clubs. I should have known it was too good to be true when mom said she would let me finish out my schooling at my last school, she knew how bad I wanted to graduate from there. Then Curtis came along and all of that changed.

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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 2

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