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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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Beautiful Lies (Dark Secret Society #2)

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Twenty Beautiful Lies stand before me. I can feel one’s hatred from across the ballroom. She loathes me and all that I stand for... that’s why she will be my choice, my belle of the ball.
Born into a secret society that strangles the life out of me, I have no choice but to face my demons head on. Inheritance isn’t about money or land, it’s much more twisted than that...
A sinful birthright. A dark heritage. A secret tradition only the most powerful and wealthy are aware of.
The Order of the Silver Ghost.
I will choose her because her disdain is more than I deserve. The price I will pay for my cruel legacy.
***This is a standalone novel in the Breaking Belles series with a happily ever after and no cliffhangers.
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Sully VanDoren

It was too sunny to bury a body today.

It should be raining, overcast, the classic cliché funeral scene. Instead, the bright light that shone from the cloudless sky risked revealing every dark shadow lurking in all of our souls. And I do mean all of our souls. There wasn’t an innocent person standing around my father’s grave, except maybe my younger sister Jasmine. But give our fucked up, rich society time… she was doomed as well.

Old money, Southern secrets, and proper etiquette were nothing more than poisons that would ruin us all.

The rays of light shining through the large weeping willow trees caused us to squint which seemed fitting in this situation. We stood with stiff spines and sour dispositions as we said goodbye to a man we barely knew. We were all nothing but strangers surrounded in the fragrance of magnolia blossoms and sticky sweat while mosquitoes feasted on our blue, silver spoon-fed, blood.

“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,” the pastor recited like he had done a million times in his morbid career.

But we should fear the evil.

That’s the problem with all these people in their black designer suits and ridiculously expensive dresses. They fear nothing because they feel they’re invincible. They feel they’re protected from suffering and misery simply because they’re rich.

And yes, I most certainly walk amidst death’s shadow. Every step I make is one step closer to losing the person I once was. I will soon be nothing but a shell… just like my father.

My sister reached for my hand and gripped it tightly. Anyone watching us would assume it was an act of two siblings giving each other comfort. But the truth was that Jasmine held me in place. She knew I didn’t want to be there. She knew I wanted to walk away and never look back. She knew I felt nothing but hate and contempt. For a teen girl, she was more perceptive and aware than all the rest of these narcissistic assholes who pretended to be my father’s friends.

I was there for her, and only her, and thank God she reminded me of that fact before I bolted. My resolve weakened with every syllable of the pastor’s ceremony.

My mother stood on the other side of Jasmine, stoic in her black, lace dress that cost a fortune, no doubt. This was her moment. Her chance to play the grieving widow she had surely orchestrated in her mind several times to make sure she performed her role perfectly today. She dabbed at her eyes, but I knew it was all for show.

Sadness was not an emotion a single person felt this day.

Although I could be wrong…

Maybe there was a mistress or two who circled the coffin who truly grieved… grieved their meal ticket, that is.

It wasn’t like we hadn’t seen this death coming. My father had been dying for a long time, all by his own doing. You can’t smoke cigars every day, drink whiskey like water, pop pills for sweet dreams, and not expect your insides to become cancerous. Although his insides had truly become toxic the minute he’d become a man in our society’s eyes and took over the family steel manufacturing business.

And now it was my turn.

I was expected to do the same.

Today, as they lowered my father’s coffin into the ground, I would be expected to sign over my soul to the devil. I was to be initiated into a secret society in order to keep my family business and all the wealth associated with it.

The Order of the Silver Ghost waited for me.

Tonight was supposed to be the beginning of my Initiation.

My Trials of Initiation.

And even though I had just buried my father… the Order waited for no one.

“I hope they have everything ready for the wake by now,” my mother said as we sat in the limo leading the procession to our house. She twisted her white handkerchief and darted her eyes from one window to the other. “With your father now gone, the help has gotten lazy. I never did rule with an iron fist like he did, and they know it.”

“I’m sure everything’s fine, Mama,” Jasmine said softly, patting my mother’s thin leg.

“I specifically asked for lemon tarts to be there. They were your father’s favorite. But I didn’t remind Ms. Cooper this morning, and you know how her memory is getting.”

“I reminded her,” Jasmine reassured. “The lemon tarts will be set up, and everything for the wake will be perfect. Don’t worry, Mama.”

“Yes, God forbid we don’t have the lemon tarts,” I mumbled as I reached for the vodka bottle and tumbler hosted by the limo.

“Sully…” My name oozed off her tongue in her usual disapproving way. “Do you really think it’s wise to be partaking this early?”


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Elegant Sins Read online Stasia Black, Alta Hensley (Dark Secret Society #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/elegant-sins-1-read-online-stasia-black-alta-hensley Fri, 31 Jul 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/elegant-sins-1-read-online-stasia-black-alta-hensley Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Dark Secret Society Series by Stasia Black
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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There is nothing more dangerous than a secret… It is how the powerful survive.
They spin their influence in the shadows as their sins corrupt the innocent. And I, Montgomery Kingston, am one of them.
The elite. The chosen.
It is my inherited fate to claim a place among one of the most secret societies of them all… The Order of the Silver Ghost.
It is her fate to be my sacrifice on the altar of wealth and seduction of riches.
Tonight, my belle of the ball will dance with the devil and by morning, I will have broken her.
For my initiation is a ritual steeped in a dark and twisted tradition of elegant sins.
As I said, secrets are dangerous… But then again, so is love.
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Montgomery

Blue-blood lineage had a stench so thick and suffocating that only a true disciple could recognize the smell. It reeked of elegant sins, beautiful lies, and opulent obsessions. The odor dripped with inherited malice, the delicate revenge exacted by the super-privileged on whomever they deemed lesser, and the lavish corruption born of centuries with no one to answer to but themselves.

The fragrance was overpowering.

As I walked down the long halls of Oleander Manor, I breathed in the redolence of expensive bourbon, coveted cigars, and the intoxicating perfume of secret mistresses of times past as well as times present. And although many would be intimidated by such a refined aura, I was at home with it.

Elite.

It was who I was.

What I had been groomed for since my first breath of life.

The Kingston name had eternally represented power and prestige since my great, great, great grandfather. Nothing would change that course other than it would soon be my turn to take over the empire.

I’d waited for this day… for the invitation to arrive.

I knew it would never be as easy as my father simply handing over the keys to the kingdom. I was aware I would have to earn my spot, and although I never knew exactly what that would mean, I understood in due time, The Order of the Silver Ghost would come knocking.

“Gentlemen, I see you all received your invites as well.” I said the words deep and loudly. I was taught at a young age that announcing your presence the moment you walked into a room showed a level of confidence needed to compete in the rich alpha society of the South.

Five men, sitting around a circular table, turned to look my way.

Beau Radcliffe was the first to speak casually as he sipped from his tumbler of scotch. “Wouldn’t miss it. You’re the first of our graduating class to begin the trials. Glad we can watch you fuck it up first so we can learn what not to do.”

Ignoring his taunt, I took my seat at the round table made of Honduran mahogany meant for the recruits of the Order.

Six of us.

Up until tonight, we hadn’t reached the age or gone through the trials to earn our place with the members. Although since I was indeed the guest of honor for tonight’s gathering, it would only be a matter of time until I could leave the kids’ table.

“Did we have a choice?” Sully VanDoren asked as he seemed to slouch even more in his hand-crafted seat, gulping the booze from his glass as if it were water. The only thing that screamed high-class from the man was the expensive suit he wore accentuated by the tightly closed drapes that hung behind him in a heavy red and gold, so long and opulent they pooled on the floor.

His mama would be so disappointed in his lack of Southern charm. But I expected Sully’s sour disposition. Clearly, nothing had changed since we graduated Darlington Preparatory Academy seven years ago. He hated being here, always had, and by the look on his face, always would.

“Why did you even respond to the invite?” Beau asked, not out of judgment but mere curiosity. “It’s been years since you’ve been in Darlington. I figured you were dead or something.”

“Or something…” Sully shrugged and reached for the crystal container in the middle of the table filled with a scotch no doubt more expensive than the average Georgian’s mortgage payment. “Not my story to tell tonight. This is Montgomery’s Trial of Initiation.” He lifted his glass to give me a mock toast. “Here’s to getting what you’ve always wanted. Whatever the fuck that is.”

“I want the same thing you all do, or we all wouldn’t be here,” I said.

“Pretty boy Montgomery. Captain of the football team, top of his graduating class, listed in Forbes as one of the wealthiest men under the age of thirty, and one of the Kings of Darlington,” Sully listed with a smirk. “And now you get to be the first of us to turn twenty-five and be bestowed upon even more. Lucky, lucky you.” His sarcasm was not lost on me.

“Stop being such an asshole,” Walker St. Claire snapped. “It’s not any of our faults you hate this shit, your VanDoren name, and Darlington as a whole. But our heritage and ties to the Order aren’t going to go away no matter how badly you might want them to. It is what it is. It’s who we are whether you like it or not. And since Montgomery is the first of us to turn twenty-five and begin this process, our time together in this manor is just beginning. So, can we all agree to not be dicks about this?”

I knew Walker would be like me, think like me, and act like me. He too had lived his life as a true Southern gentleman with veins pumping thick with wealth. His father was one of the Elders of the Order, just as my father was, and we both knew that expectations weighed heavy for us to run the Order ourselves one day.


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