Emory: Blood and Ashes
Emory Carson carries a wound no one sees — raped by her uncle at eleven, ostracized by silence, hardened by rage. At Legacy College, she’s known as the girl who spits fire at every man. But Levi Banks isn’t like the others. Quiet, watchful, always there. And now he’s stepped out of the shadows, right into her warpath. When hatred meets obsession, something has to break.I’ve hated men since I was eleven. That’s when my uncle Fred showed me what they really are—rotten, hungry things that smile while they destroy. He’s dead now. Died in prison. Supposedly.
But I still feel him.
At Legacy College, I made sure everyone knew I wasn’t soft. I poured coffee on a TA’s lap. Slashed a frat boy’s tires. Called the dean a patriarchal pig. I’m Emory Carson—the girl who doesn’t break.
Then there’s Levi Banks.
Quiet. Cold. Always watching. Never speaking. He sits two rows behind me in Psych, stares like he can see the scars under my skin.
Today, he followed me into the abandoned wing of the library. Cornered me between the shelves.
‘You’re lying,’ he said. First time I’ve heard his voice. Low. Certain.
‘About what?’
‘Your uncle. He didn’t die in prison.’ He steps closer ‘And you know it.’
My breath catches. How does he know?
‘Who the hell are you?’
He pulls a photo from his coat. Me. Age eleven. Standing beside my uncle. Date stamp: two weeks ago.
‘I’ve been waiting for you to remember,’ he says. ‘Now they’re coming for you.’
Temi
works: 5
Forbidden Spark: falling for my supposed cousin
Amelia is your quiet, focused cousin—well, that's what everyone believes. When you both end up living under the same roof in your aunt’s mansion, every argument, every stolen glance, hides something deeper. She resists you fiercely, but the way her breath hitches when you lean in? That’s not hate. That’s fear. And desire.
SHE'S THE BOSS 👩🥒
I run this empire—every decision, every paycheck, every fate. And when I want something, I take it. Right here, right now, on my terms. My body demands satisfaction, and no man dares ask why. They obey. They perform. Or they’re gone. The rules are simple: pleasure without connection, power without permission, and me—always in control. But tonight, even that isn’t enough.
Lucy's Eye
I told myself it was just business. That the way my chest tightened when Lucy smiled—really smiled, not the one she sold—was nothing. But every coin I took for her body carved another crack in my soul. She looks at me now like I’m both her savior and her jailer. Maybe I am. The truth is, I love her. And that makes everything worse.
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