Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Tryst Six Venom |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Penelope Douglas |
Language: | English |
ISBN/ ASIN: | B09418JQMK |
Book Information: | |
๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐... ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐! ๐พ๐๐ผ๐ Marymount girls are good girls. Weโre chaste, weโre untouched, and even if we werenโt, no one would know, because we keep our mouths shut. Not that I have anything to share anyway. I never let guys go too far. Iโm behaved. Beautiful, smart, talented, popular, my skirtโs always pressed, and I never have a hair out of place. I own the hallways, walking tall on Monday and dropping to my knees like the good Catholic girl I am on Sunday. Thatโs me. Always in control. Or so they think. The truth is that itโs easy for me to resist them, because what I truly want, they can never be. Something soft and smooth. Someone dangerous and wild. Unfortunately, what I want I have to hide. In the locker room after hours. In the bathroom stall between classes. In the showers after practice. ๐๐ฆ โ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ฆ โ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก. For me, life is a web of secrets. No one can find out mine. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ I cross the tracks every day for one reasonโto graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. Iโm not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red. Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I wonโt fight back. At least not until I get her alone and find out sheโs hiding so much more than just whatโs underneath those pretty clothes. The princess thinks Iโll scratch her itch. She thinks sheโs still pure as long as itโs not a guy touching her. I told her to stay on her side of town. I told her not to cross the tracks. But one night, she did. And when Iโm done with her, sheโll never be pure again. ****TRYST SIX VENOM is a standalone, new adult, bully romance suitable for readers 18+. It will release directly into Kindle Unlimited! | |
Books by Author: | Penelope Douglas |
โUnless Iโm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test,
Iโm thinking about you.โ
โ V.C. Andrews, Secret Whispers
To Abigail
WANT TO BET my mother is about to have a meltdown?
Iโm sure itโs after nine. She should be home, flushing out any calories she consumed today, and finishing up step five of her skincare regimen instead of waiting for me at the dress shop right now.
Iโm so late.
Confetti flies in the air, and I reach down, grabbing three more rolled-up T-shirts out of the bucket as the parade float bounces and sways under us.
โMore shirts!โ I yell over to Krisjen to restock.
The crowd cheers on both sides of the street, and I jump down off the step, stopping at the edge as I hold my hand to my ear.
Come on. Let me hear it!
โAh!โ little girls scream.
โHi, Clay!โ tiny, six-year-old Manda Cabot squeals at me like Iโm a Disney princess. โHi!โ
She waves at me as her twin sister, Stella, holds up her hands, ready to catch.
A comfortable breeze blows through the palms lining Augustine Avenue, grazing my bare legs in my jean shorts as the potted pink lantanas hang on the street lamps lining the road and fill the air with their scent.
Just your typical balmy, Florida winter evening.
โWe want a shirt!โ Stella cries.
I shoot my arm up in the air, my white T-shirt with the word BIG shining in bold silver letters.
I smile, shouting, โYou wanna be a Little?โ
โYeah!โ they cry out.
โThen I need to hear it!โ I move my feet, doing a little dance move. โOmega Chi Kappa! Come on!โ
โOmega Chi Kappa!โ they shout. โOmega Chi Kappa!โ
โI canโt hear you!โ
โOmega Chi Kappa!โ they scream so loud their baby teeth damn-near shake.
Oh my God. So adorbs. I hope I have daughters.
I throw them both an underhand toss and resume dancing to the music as the truck pulls us at a crawl, our float in the middle of a long line of floats, all celebrating the annual Founderโs Day.
โSee you in a few years!โ I tell them. โBe good and study!โ
โYeah, we only take the best!โ Amy Chandler shouts next me.
Followed by Krisjenโs chirp at my other side, โBe best!โ
I snort, turning around to grab some more shirts. Balloons dance in the air along the sidewalks, and I toss some more bundles, the tingles in my head helping me play my part as I dance our choreographed little number in sync with Krisjen to โSwish, Swishโ.
The rest of our girls walk in front of or alongside the float, dancing along with us in the street, and every eye on us makes the hair on my arms rise. The attention always feels good. Rolling my hips, arching my back, and shaking my body, I know one thing for sure. Iโm good at this.
Our sorority is the biggest in any high school in the state, and while itโs service and academic-based, because thatโs what gets us into college, weโre popular for other reasons. We look good doing what we do.
Whether itโs washing cars to raise money for cat saliva research, hosting the football teamโs annual pancake breakfast, or helping clean Angelica Hearstโs house and do her laundry, because she just had baby number four from daddy number four and sheโs overwhelmedโbless her heartโwe get it done Instagram-style.
Krisjen and I falter in our steps, laughing as we grab some more shirts and toss them to our future little sisters out there in the crowd.
โYou see how drunk they are?โ Krisjen says under her breath.
I follow her gaze, seeing her boyfriend, Milo Price, smiley and sweaty in his backwards baseball cap and flushed cheeks, which is his tell that heโd had beer tonight.
Callum Ames stands next to him, grinning with his arms folded over his chest, watching me like something thatโs already his.
Maybe. Iโll look good on his arm at the debutante ball, nevertheless.
I swipe my water bottle out from underneath the papier-mรขchรฉ clown fish and take a swig, the burn already intoxicating as it courses down my throat. Just the taste eases my nerves.
โIโm going to kill him,โ Krisjen gripes.
โWait until after the ball,โ I tell her. โYou need a date.โ
Taking the bottle out of my hands, she throws back a swallow as I grab her shirts and toss them to waiting hands.
Music and laughter surround us, the confetti gun shoots another bomb into the airโblue, pink, silver, and goldโfluttering like snow.
โGod, that stuff is good.โ She hands me the bottle back. โGoes down like water.โ
โAs long as you donโt drink sixty-four ounces of this a day, got it?โ I down another swallow and cap my new favorite brand of vodka, disguised in my Evian bottle.
She scrunches up her face in a smile, her apple cheeks perfect and her long, chestnut hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. โWhat would I do without you?โ