HIS PLUMPY QUEEN HER BULLY
"I..hate you" I croaked out brokenly, struggling and failing to hold back the tears spilling in waves from my eyes.
"Awwww, is my fat queen crying?" Brandon jested mockingly, laughing as if he had just said something funny.
His friends echoed his laughter, making the tears spill even faster from how embarrassed I was.
Shaking my head, I turned away from his crude handsome face, but was held back by his hands, gripping my hair painfully.
I screamed as he slammed me against the wall, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
He grabbed my hair roughly, pressing my face harshly against the wall.
"You don't walk out till I am done with you," he gritted out, pressing his body against mine.
"Please.... Stop, please..." I cried out.
"Do I make myself clear?" Brandon snapped, his other hand gripping my waist tightly.
I could feel his hard hot body against mine, and his nails digging painfully into my waist.
"Yes," I whispered, "please let me go."
He pressed harder against my body, his hands on my waist tightening.
I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and despite my situation, my body was shamelessly reacting to him.
Loud snickers alerted us to the fact we were not alone.
Brandon released my hair, leaning away from my body, before pushing me forward.
I stumbled, nearly falling to my feet.
"Now run you fat bitch," he yelled, before laughing with his friends.
I hightailed it out of there, crying my eyes out.
Being fat wasn't a problem, her mother always told her, never failing to remind her how beautiful she was.
But for Christy Morris, being fat was a curse.
Especially since college and her arch enemy Brandon made it so.
Forced to babysit her bully and enemy baby sister, Christy's life takes an unexpected turn.
For the worst or better, was still what she was yet to find out.
Find out Christy and Brandon's story in this thrilling novel filled with...
Romance.
Unexpected twist.
And dare I say....
Love.
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Chapter 4
Groaning, I scratched my head, coughing slightly at how dry my mouth was.
I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright light filtering through my room.
What happened?
The last thing I remember was Brandon inviting me and Brenda to his vip section, drinking, taking weed for the first time, and then kissing Brandon.
My eyes widened at that, why...., I groaned loudly, hiding my face under my pillows.
How could I have been so stupid....
O. M. G, how will I face Brandon now?
I need to apologize to him immediately. God knows the last thing I need is this horrible mistake blowing up.
The shrill tone from my alarm alerted me to the fact that I was also late for classes.
Grudgingly, I stood up, wincing at the pain slamming inside my head.
I didn't know how I got back to my room, but I knew I should probably thank Brenda for it.
O God.... Brenda!, I am sure after this, she probably wouldn't want me following her to any party again.
I stood up, taking an advil, for my headache, before going about my business.
I would honestly have loved to just jump back to bed, sleeping away my headache, but this was my second day, and I didn't want to start college by skipping.
The house was quiet, alerting me to how really late I was.
Quickly, I dressed up, before hurrying towards campus.
I was late for my first class anyways, so instead, I turned, walking towards where my second class for the day was being held.
I sighed as I got to the class, breathing out in exhaustion.
Only one person was in the class, brown short hair bent over the desk as whoever slept on, oblivious to the world.
I passed by, making sure to be quiet, before sitting at the far back.
I brought out everything I needed, sighing softly.
I had forgotten to charge my phone yesterday, and had equally forgotten to bring my powerbank to class, so right now my phone was dead, and I could do nothing but antagonize myself about my actions last night.
Soon enough, the class was filled up, and the lecture was ongoing.
The lecturer was a younger lady, and honestly I felt her.
I knew how it was when a young teacher came to my high school, I can only imagine how tedious it would be in college.
Soon enough, it was time for lunch break, and I packed my bag, making sure I avoided Kelvin.
I didn't know he was in this class, and the sight of his wide mischievous grin was making me uncomfortable.
I walked faster, hunger controlling my legs.
"Christy!! hey... wait up!"
I turned, the sight of a struggling Brenda pushing past different students trying to reach me, almost hilarious.
Finally, she stopped in front of me, panting slightly as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder.
"Hello... are you ok?" I asked her.
"Yes, just give me a minute."
She handed me the book in her hands, before typing on her phone.
"What happened to your phone? I have been trying to contact you since."
"Oh sorry," I mutter, "forgot to charge it."
"Look Christy, what I am about to show you isn't your fault, just dumb teenagers acting like kids."
I frowned, my heart rate increasing as I thought of every of my actions since coming to New York.
"What is it?" I whisper, moving closer to Brenda, trying to peep at her phone.
"Oh.... If it isn't that fat girl from last night," a group of girls utters, giggling as they pass by.
I blushed in embarrassment, shuffling awkwardly as more people turned their attention towards me.
Brenda grabbed my hands, dragging me out of there as jestering whispers followed me.
She took me towards an abandoned class, dragging me inside, before locking the door.
"What is going on?" I asked in panic, clutching the book in my hands.
"Yesterday, I had to call Kelvin of all people to come help me bring you home. But that's not even the issue."
"Then what is?" I asked, cutting her off, my mind briefly wandering to the thought of Kelvin carrying my drunk ass.
Brenda sighed, stretching out her phone towards me.
I collected the phone, playing the video on the screen.
My face was clear in the video, along with Brandon.
Oh no, I mutter, watching myself as I lean closer to Brandon, dragging from the blunt he had offered to me. I closed my eyes, slightly biting my lips.
I already knew what happened next, yet I forced myself to watch as I leaned in, kissing Brandon.
I thought I had simply pecked him, but no, the kiss was longer than I thought.
The video ends with Brandon pushing me off him, the disgust clearly written all over his face.
O God, I mutter, blinking rapidly as hot tears pour down my face.
"What am I going to do now?" I asked Brenda, pacing up and down.
"Look calm down," she says, resting her hands on my shoulders.
"We just need to find Brandon, apologize to him. I am sure he can clearly see how high you were, otherwise this won't have happened right?"
"Of course," I bellowed, "I don't want to kiss him, that's not who I am. I just..."
"Hey! Hey it's ok," Brenda consoled me, standing awkwardly while I cried my eyes out.
It wasn't even up to a week, and I was already trending on the school gossip site.
This was why I tended to avoid parties.
"Do you know where I can find Brandon?" I asked.
"Are you sure you want to see him now or just wait to let everything calm down for some time?"
"I need to see him now and apologize, then beg him to at least talk to whoever uploaded this video."
"Ok then, let's go," Brenda says.
"Thank you Brenda," I told her, hugging her briefly.
"It's fine, now clean your tears girl. It's not the end of the world yet," she added, chuckling loudly.
I cleaned my tears, branching into the girl's toilet to freshen up my face, ignoring stupid questions from random girls while Brenda snapped at them, threatening to punch anyone asking questions.
Brandon was sitting with his friends, the blonde girl from yesterday on his lap, while I breathed out, clenching my hands tightly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brenda asked, glancing around the makeshift cafeteria.
"Well it's now or never I told her," before marching towards where Brandon and his friends were seated.
Immediately I got to where they were sitting, loud jestering laughter rang out, almost shrinking whatever remaining confidence I had.
"Hello, Brandon, can we talk?" I asked, turning towards him.
He ignored me, while the blondie from yesterday threw me a wicked smirk.
I sighed out, "look yesterday I was high, and honestly didn't mean to kiss you. Believe me, I will never kiss someone like you in my right senses."
Honestly I didn't intend for my words to come out like that, but the sudden quietness told me I had bitten more than I can chew.
Next thing I knew, I was flying to the floor, hot pain flowing through my head as Brandon stood over me, his hands raised as if to hit me again.
I sat there in shock, while Brenda gasped loudly behind me.
Brandon leaned down, his cold green eyes boring into mine as he held my cheeks tightly.
"This is your second strike against me," he gritted out.
"Use your last one wisely, otherwise this school would be hell for you."
He removed his hands from my cheek filled with tears by now, staring at me for a while.
Before standing up, his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the cafeteria, his friends, laughing loudly as they followed him out.
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8.4
I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me.
Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face.
Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds.
With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor.
"We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed.
The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire.
The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck.
I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash.
In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath.
I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall.
"I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.
9.7
Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in.
His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why.
In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last.
he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing.
their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her.
especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov.
he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her.
Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart.
But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.
8.2
Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents.
Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City.
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"Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne.
But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time?
What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?
7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.
9.6
Lesley Williams was once the alpha's daughter, but a fatal accident took away everything she loved. Now she's her Uncle's pet and the pack's omega, which means she's constantly bullied and abused. She's broken inside, but she doesn't want to leave her father's pack in fear of what her uncle might do to them in retaliation. Her only comfort is that when she meets her mate, he'll be able to take her away from this hellhole...
Alpha Cedrick Silver had a mate once. A beautiful omega wolf, but she rejected him. Barely surviving the broken bond, he became ruthless and coldhearted, throwing himself into building up his pack to be the biggest and strongest pack in the nation. Now he has a girlfriend, that he's content with and he does not want a mate: EVER!
But the second their eyes met, Cedrick and Lesley realized that they were fated for each other. Not thrilled about having another omega mate, Cedrick is even more disgusted when he realized that not only is his second chance mate considered 'the pack's slut', but she's also half his age.
Does he want someone like that as his mate and Luna? Can she trust him with her secrets? Can these two broken people find love?
WARNING!!
This story contains scenes of sexual abuse of a child, rape, sex, strong language, verbal abuse, extreme bullying, mental disorders, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, gore, and other offenses that might be illegal in some countries.
7.8
Seven years. That was the price tag attached to my father's life.
When my father gambled away money he didn't have, Michael Vance paid the debt.
He bought my father's safety, and in return, he bought me.
I was nineteen then. A peasant girl he polished up to look like a mob wife.
I was reapplying my lipstick in the vanity mirror of his armored SUV when I found a diamond choker tucked behind the sunshade.
It was a million-dollar piece of jewelry that wasn't mine, engraved with a date that wasn't my birthday.
That night at the gala, Michael threw his mistress's heavy fur coat at me.
"Hold this, Sarah. Jessica gets hot easily."
I stood there like a servant, buried under the scent of another woman’s perfume, watching my fiancé hold her on the dance floor with a tenderness he never showed me.
When I stumbled from hunger, he called me a liability to his image.
But when Jessica faked a crisis, he abandoned me at the venue to rush her home.
I walked to the nearest trash can and shoved the expensive fur down past the half-eaten caviar.
As the sugar from a cheap candy bar hit my bloodstream, the fog lifted.
I realized I wasn't a wife-in-training. I was a debt that had been paid in full.
I left the penthouse, the ring, and the life.
But Michael wouldn't let his property go.
He cornered me in a parking garage, screaming that I belonged to him, threatening to start a war.
He didn't expect me to be standing next to David Chen, the Underboss of the rival Triad faction.
And he certainly didn't expect me to take off my Louboutin stiletto and use it as a weapon.
"I don't love you, Michael," I said, looking him in the eye as he knelt on the concrete.
"And I'm not for sale anymore."