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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)

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He promised me protection, but no one could protect me from him.

I don’t know why he hates me so much, but Kellen Arches has stopped at nothing to make my life at Wicked Falls a living hell. He torments me relentlessly until I finally give into his demands. I give up everything for him, but everything is still not enough. He wants more.
He wants the only thing I have left.
Me.

***Quiet Rage can be read as a standalone and comes with a HEA*

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Chapter 1

Kellen

It must be nice to be a college student. Not just somebody who takes classes, but the old cliché of a carefree teenager who gets to live out every day the way they want to. On the surface, that’s what I get to do. I hang out with my friends in my free time, I study—and at least, I do as much as I need to so I can pass. Right now, walking across campus, I fit in. Nobody would know there’s anything different about me just by looking.

They don’t see what’s inside. They don’t see the walls separating me from the rest of them. I feel like a scientist or something like that, the kind who observes animals in the wild. When I notice a group of guys throwing a football around while girls hang out on the grass, I don’t see people my own age passing time between classes. There’s something foreign, because they have something I never will. They’re free to think about themselves and their lives and that’s it. There’s nothing hanging on them the way it does on me.

“Kellen! Hey!” A couple of the guys lift their hands to me, like they’re trying to wave me over to play. I point to my wrist and shrug—the international sign for I’m in a hurry. I’m not really in a hurry, but I’m also not in the mood to pretend I feel carefree today. The mood I’m in, I would end up hurting somebody, which isn’t hard to do even on a good day since I’ve pretty much been the biggest guy in the room ever since I hit puberty.

There’s a couple of girls sitting on a bench under a tree. They’re cute, but that’s not what caught my attention. I can hear one of them bitching and moaning about something as I approach with my backpack slung over my shoulder. “I’m supposed to work fifteen hours a week and take four classes? Where the hell am I supposed to find the time?” the girl whines.

It’s amazing I can settle for rolling my eyes when I really want to laugh in her face. She thinks that’s a problem? That’s something worth complaining about? For fuck’s sake, she’s close to tears while her friend tries to comfort her. It’s pathetic. So many people don’t have the first clue how easy their life is. Taking four classes and working fifteen hours a week would be a luxury for me.

Because not everybody has a father like mine. Not everybody has a life like mine. They can act young and careless the way we’re supposed to at this age. They can fuck up, make mistakes and learn from them, they can fall back on their parents when they need help the way people our age are supposed to be able to do. And I know life could be worse. I’m not poor, I don’t struggle that way. But there are many ways to struggle.

Like the struggle I’m going through as I enter the cafeteria and force myself to leave the rest of my life outside for now. I don’t want to think about Dad or anything I left behind this morning. I can think about it later, when class is over and I have no choice but to slide into my other life the way I slide into a pair of jeans.

“Hey!” Tucker notices me first and waves a hand overhead, even though they’re all sitting at our usual table. Not that we have our names written on it or anything. People know to stay away just because we’ve been seen there so many times. That’s sort of the effect we have around here.

I jerk my chin at my friends and look around the table. “Just us today?” I ask as I sit down.

“The girls had some stuff to do at the library,” Briggs explains. He looks disappointed, which doesn’t make any sense to me—he and Wren live together. He sees her every day. They can’t spend a few minutes apart?

It’s funny, how different it is to hang out with them when their girls aren’t here. I would never tell them this, but I’m not totally comfortable with the way things have changed since everybody started dating seriously. The girls are cool and all that, low drama, I can sit down and have a beer with them at a party. But there are differences in how we talk and act around each other now that it isn’t just the guys, and since I’m the last one still single, I’m the one who feels it.

“Did you sleep last night?” Preston asks, elbowing his twin brother Easton and jerking his chin at me. “You look like you just rolled out of a grave and brushed off the dirt before you came in.”

“It was a late night.” That’s all that needs to be said. They know I work at my father’s bar, even if they don’t know the specifics. To them, a late night means staying up with their girlfriend. Or partying too hard, maybe. They have that luxury.

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Toxic Hope (Wicked Falls Elite #4) Read Online Cassandra Hallman http://www.ilovenovels.com/toxic-hope-wicked-falls-elite-4-read-online-cassandra-hallman Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:08:42 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/toxic-hope-wicked-falls-elite-4-read-online-cassandra-hallman Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Virgin, Young Adult Authors: Cassandra Hallman Series: Wicked Falls Elite Series by Cassandra Hallman
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)

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I thought having cancer at 18 was the worst thing I’d have to deal with. Then I meet Preston and Easton Scott. The cruel but devilishly handsome twins hate me from the first moment they see me, and their dislike only grows as time passes.
While I try to juggle school, treatments, and taking care of my grandma, the twins and their friends find new ways to make my life a living hell.
At least they don’t know I’m sick, because I’d rather be bullied than pitied.
Question is. How much more can I take before I break into a million pieces?

This book can be read as a standalone. Please be aware of the triggers. HEA guaranteed

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EMMA

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? How are you holding up?”

The question isn’t directed at me, but it makes me smile a little, anyway. I turn my head to the right far enough to watch a middle-aged man with worry etched across his face, leaning over to squeeze the hand of the woman sitting in a chair just like mine, next to a machine just like mine.

Receiving chemotherapy, just like me.

She gives him a weary smile that lights up her face, even if the effect doesn’t last for long. She’s trying to be strong—to be brave for him. I might not know what it’s like to have somebody sit with me through this, but I am familiar with putting on a brave face.

The last thing I want is for Grandma’s health to get any worse because of me. It’s bad enough she had to spend so much of Grandpa’s life insurance payout to fund our move, and all because she wanted me to get the best care possible. We can’t risk her having another stroke. It might not be small this time, the way it was before. And I don’t know what I would do without her.

So it’s for the best that even though she wants to be here, I always tell her to stay home and rest. Officially, there’s nothing she could do here, anyway, besides sit and make up stories about the people we see. That’s something she likes to do when she’s bored—deciding who people are and where they come from, what made them cross paths with us. She watches a lot of movies and loves the ones where characters have secrets they hide from the rest of the world.

I know all about secrets.

I also know that once I’m finished, there’ll be a narrow window of time when I’ll be able to drive before the exhaustion gets to be too much. I could get a cab or an Uber, but it feels like a waste of money we need for other things. That’s why I’m out of my chair as soon as the nurse says it’s okay for me to go. I feel the clock ticking, and like secrets, that’s nothing new. I have felt the clock ticking for a long time. Thankfully, everybody seems positive and helpful based on my reaction to treatment so far.

So maybe it’s ticking a little softer, but the sound is still there. It follows me everywhere I go, which right now means trailing me down the hall to the elevator, hovering over my shoulder all the way down to the lobby, then through the revolving doors leading outside. Things are pretty quiet out here at this time of night. It’s past seven, meaning shift change has already gone through, and close enough to the end of visiting hours that most randoms have already left. Spend enough time in a hospital and you start to pick up on routines.

Fresh air is a nice change of pace after breathing recycled hospital air that smells of bleach and staleness. I always make it a point to take a few deep breaths to clear my head on my way to the car, like I’m leaving treatment behind for now. Sort of like taking a shower to wash the day away. Same idea. The scent still clings to my clothes, though, as I hustle toward the late-model Hyundai that sometimes requires a lot of praying before it will start. I really hope tonight isn’t one of those times, since I’m sort of in a hurry.

At least, I was in a hurry before I hear what sounds like a fight going on a couple of rows away from where I’m parked. There’s a handful of cars scattered around up there.

Don’t go over there. My instincts are screaming at me to mind my own business while I come to a stop, looking around the mostly dark lot for any sign of whoever is making those pained, grunting noises. Curiosity and concern are what makes my feet move in the direction of the noise, even as I tell myself to stop. This isn’t your fight. This isn’t your problem. Maybe not, but I would want somebody to help me if it was my problem. That’s a lot of what’s wrong with the world in a nutshell, really. People who can’t be bothered to get a little uncomfortable for somebody else’s sake.

A large, black truck blocks most of what’s happening next to it, but as I slowly round the front, I’m rewarded with a better view—though I can’t say I’m glad now that I have a look at the battered, bloody guy on the ground, curled in a ball and gasping for air.

That’s not the worst part. The worst part is not one, but two men standing over him—breathing hard, fists clenched at their sides.

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Unhinged Love (Wicked Falls Elite #3) Read Online Cassandra Hallman http://www.ilovenovels.com/unhinged-love-wicked-falls-elite-3-read-online-cassandra-hallman Mon, 21 Apr 2025 22:20:05 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/unhinged-love-wicked-falls-elite-3-read-online-cassandra-hallman Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Forbidden, Taboo, Young Adult Authors: Cassandra Hallman Series: Wicked Falls Elite Series by Cassandra Hallman
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)

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I hated her before I ever met her.

I hate everything about her. The sounds of her soft-spoken voice, the look in her always guarded eyes and the way she pushes her too big glasses up her small nose. I despise it all and now I can’t get away from her.

Elianna Montego is my new stepsister, living in the room next to mine. She is there when I wake up, she’s there at school, and seemingly every other place. I just can’t get away from little Elli.

I guess the only thing I can do now is make sure she is as miserable as I am.

***Unhinged Love is book three in the Wicked Falls Elite series but can be read as a standalone. No cliffhanger.

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ONE

Carter

I hate a lot of things, but what makes me grind my teeth the hardest is hypocrisy. People who smile to your face but wish they could stick a knife in your back. I would always rather know the truth about how somebody feels about me, and I hate pretending to like anyone I can’t stand. It’s a waste of time.

So why am I sitting here, forcing a smile that feels more like a grimace?

Oh, right. Because this is the first so-called family dinner with my new stepmother and her daughter.

Correction: my new gold-digger stepmother and her gold-digger freak of a daughter.

Before now, I would never have called my dad stupid. He’s the chief of police, for one thing—not a position a stupid man could handle as successfully as he has. He’s got a talent for seeing through people that makes him a real pain in the ass to anybody on the wrong side of the law. It’s something I have always admired about him, even if I don’t usually admit shit like that. Not out loud.

So why the fuck can he not see through the woman sitting across from him, laughing at his lame jokes like they’re the funniest thing she’s ever heard? “You are too much,” she coos, batting her fake eyelashes.

Fake like her Botoxed face. Fake like her hair extensions, and her enormous cantaloupe tits. I don’t think a single thing about her is real, including her so-called feelings about Dad. The second I met her, I knew what she was in this for. She lives an expensive kind of lifestyle, and she needs a man who can support that.

How is he so blind? How can he look at her with love shining in his eyes? The dumb son of a bitch thinks she actually loves him.

If I thought he would listen, I would sit him down and tell him what he needs to hear.

But that’s the thing—he wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t want to. And I would end up being the bad guy who doesn’t want his dad to be happy.

I do want that, I guess.

Why the fuck does it have to be with her?

“What do you think is taking Elliana so long?” Dad asks, looking toward the arched doorway that gives us a view of the hall. “I would hate for the food to get cold.”

Another thing he can’t see—the way his supposedly loving wife’s eyes go from wide and innocent to cold and hard the second her daughter is mentioned. “I’m sure she’ll be down any second. It’s been a big day, moving everything in.”

Dad gives her an indulgent smile. “It’s been a great day. Finally, this house can be full of life.”

What? Did I fill it with death? What the fuck?

He has no idea how stupid he sounds. He can’t possibly.

Because if he did, he would staple his own mouth shut before turning to me and coming up with something even stupider. “Carter, why don’t you go up and see if your sister needs help?”

My sister? I don’t have a sister. I’m an only fucking child. Why does he have to go overboard? He has no idea how pathetic all of this is.

Irene’s smile goes tight until it’s about as sincere as the smile Dad told me to wear tonight so my new stepmother and stepsister would feel comfortable. “Carter doesn’t need to do that,” she murmurs, batting her eyelashes at me. She better be careful—one of them might fall off onto her plate if she doesn’t stop. “If Elliana cannot be on time for dinner, she will eat cold food alone at the table. I’m not going to spoil her now.”

Well, at least we agree on something.

We shouldn’t have to sit around and wait for that weird, awkward girl who barely looked at me today when she got to the house and didn’t say a word, even when Irene tried to prompt her.

Dad laughed it off—later, I heard him murmuring something to Irene about Elliana needing a little time to adjust, telling her she has all the time in the world.

This whole thing is one big joke.

“Then I guess we’ll dig in.” Dad leans over to cut a piece of lasagna from a large pan. Really, it probably doesn’t matter that we’ve waited so long—there’s still steam billowing up from it when he plates his piece, and adds sides from various cut-glass bowls arranged in the center of the table along with a huge bouquet of white roses and candles that offer flickering light.

Irene heaps salad onto her plate and barely tips the bottle of dressing to get a few drops out before setting it back in place. “I have to watch my figure if I’m going to fit into my dress, of course.” She giggles.

Why? Because it’s not bad enough that you eloped after only a few dates?

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Vengeful Sins (Wicked Falls Elite #2) Read Online Cassandra Hallman http://www.ilovenovels.com/vengeful-sins-wicked-falls-elite-2-read-online-cassandra-hallman Thu, 19 Dec 2024 11:51:03 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/vengeful-sins-wicked-falls-elite-2-read-online-cassandra-hallman Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark Authors: Cassandra Hallman Series: Wicked Falls Elite Series by Cassandra Hallman
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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Wake up, go to school, come home, sleep, repeat.

Smile, be happy, fit in…

To an outsider, I live the perfect life. Big house, elite school, fancy car, and a doting father.

Too bad it’s all a lie.

No one knows my secrets and no one ever will.

Tucker Kingsley hates me for what I did to him two years ago and he’ll try his best to destroy me, but you can’t break what’s already broken.

Vengeful Sins is an all new dark bully romance and second book in the Wicked Elite series but can be read as a standalone.

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TUCKER

Ialways wondered about people who complain when their friends start dating somebody. When they bitch and moan about how things aren’t the same. Like, life doesn’t stay the same. That’s the point. I always thought that was immature.

Now, I’m starting to understand.

Not like I would ever tell my best friend, Briggs, to stop dating his girlfriend Wren. For one thing, I like all my teeth being where they are, which wouldn’t be true anymore if I made the mistake of complaining about her. He’s completely into her—I’ve never seen him like this with any other girl. None of us have ever committed. Girls are fun, they scratch an itch, and they’re good to look. But actually staying with the same one? I’d get bored by the end of the weekend.

I don’t have to understand, I guess. What I have to do is learn to get over having her around all the time. I’ve heard people muttering and whispering about them while we hang out in the cafeteria or outside on campus. Maybe somebody sewed all their clothes together. Do you think she keeps his balls in her backpack?

I kind of like having my friend around and wouldn’t want to visit him in prison, so I won’t tell him about any of those comments.

Still, I get it. And the thing is, none of those smirking assholes have to watch what they say when they’re with their friends, when not that long ago there was a time we would feed off each other’s bitterness and cynicism. It was kind of how we relaxed. Who could say the most fucked up thing?

“I saw Tiana park her car near yours this morning.” Carter grins at me, and I know my balls are about to get busted. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” he asks me.

“Oh, yeah. I totally forgot.” After cramming a few fries into my mouth, I mumble, “She’s totally pregnant with my babies. We’re probably gonna go to Las Vegas to elope.”

“I just thought maybe she wanted to say hi. But I guess there are better things she could do with her mouth.” Just in case nobody gets the idea, he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“You look awfully comfortable doing that.” The fry I tossed at his face bounces off his forehead, but he just keeps doing it.

The tiny, choked noise coming from the other side of the table makes me look up from my food. Wren looks a little sick before she slides a look toward Briggs, who puts an arm around her shoulders.

“Maybe let’s talk about something else,” Briggs said. “Nobody wants to hear about that bitch.” Right, Tiana threw Wren into a pool not that long ago when she didn’t know how to swim. She can be a nasty bitch when she decides to be. She works overtime at it.

Carter’s face tells me he doesn’t like having anybody decide what he can and can’t talk about. It’s not like I blame him or anything—none of us are all that good at listening to anybody who tells us what to do. But he’s wrong if he thinks I’m going to roll my eyes or shake my head or anything like that. I’m not starting shit over this.

Besides, he should know how important it is to Briggs that Wren is safe and happy after what she went through. Carter’s dad, Paul, has been helping Briggs track down his dad. They haven’t been successful yet.

If my girlfriend got death threats from my dad before he tried to kill her with his bare hands, she would never leave my sight. And, yeah, I might not talk the way I used to if it offended her or whatever.

Wren’s apologetic smile goes wide when she sees something over my shoulder. “Hey!” She lifts a hand to get somebody’s attention. I don’t think she has that many friends around here, which tells me there’s only one person she would look so happy to see.

I would swear I’m moving in slow motion, turning around in my seat and looking at the doorway leading outside. Somebody just walked through. A girl whose strawberry blonde hair looks like a halo around her head when the sun hits it the way it is right now. Only she’s not a saint. She’d probably burn up if I threw holy water on her. What a shame I don’t have any.

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Hateful Vows (Wicked Falls Elite #1) Read Online Cassandra Hallman http://www.ilovenovels.com/hateful-vows-wicked-falls-elite-1-read-online-cassandra-hallman Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:32:03 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/hateful-vows-wicked-falls-elite-1-read-online-cassandra-hallman Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, Virgin Authors: Cassandra Hallman Series: Wicked Falls Elite Series by Cassandra Hallman
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)

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The city has been ruled by the five families since before I was born. Wicked Falls Elite was ruled by their sons.

Everyone hated me here but none more than Briggs Weston, and he has vowed to make my life a living hell.

Briggs is as gorgeous as he is unhinging, sinister, and untouchable.

But If he thinks I’m going to bow down to him without a fight, he is going to be in for a rude awakening.

*This is the first book in the Wicked Falls Elite series, but it can be read as a standalone. Please be advised that this story includes many triggers. A complete list of triggers can be found inside the book. This story ends in a HEA.*

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WREN

One thing is for sure, as I walk through campus on the first day of classes, holding on tight to the strap of my backpack and trying to stay out of everybody’s way, I do not belong here.

“Looks like somebody picked over the racks down at Goodwill.” Soft, high-pitched laughter follows me across the quad, which is surrounded on four sides by tall, stately buildings. The sort of buildings you see on TV, in movies, with ivy on the outside walls and everything. The entire place practically drips money. I keep my gaze trained on the ground, expecting to see cash oozing up through the few cracks visible in the pavement—very few—everything around here is close to perfect.

Again. I do not belong. I’m anything but perfect.

I don’t want to be here. That’s the only thing I know for sure. Most people would kill for the chance to attend Wicked Falls University, which is usually reserved for kids from the town’s wealthiest families. In other words, it’s not the kind of school I ever would have dreamed of attending, but then life has a way of doing whatever it wants sometimes. It doesn’t matter what I want. How I feel.

Somebody wants me here.

“It’s official, kiddo. You’re going to college with all the rich kids. They won’t look down on us after this.” I can still hear Mom’s laughter, can see the way her eyes sparkled when she gave me the news during one of our rare visits. It didn’t matter that this was a bad idea. That she was basically condemning me to spend time with people who hate me. Because of her. That’s the worst part; they hate me because of what she has done, what she is known for… sleeping around with married men. Which is coincidentally the reason I got into this school. There she was, laughing it up and swirling red wine in her glass, not realizing she basically signed my death warrant.

I tug the hem of my washed out T-shirt, which used to be a dark purple but is now more like a faded lilac. It’s shrunk a little bit, and I keep feeling it ride up over the waistband of my worn-out jeans as I walk to the building where my next class is held. I had calculus earlier, and it was actually okay. I expected a bunch of dirty looks and whispers, but most people didn’t seem to care, even if they did notice me.

My luck is not going to last for long. It never does. Over the years, I’ve learned it’s better not to get my hopes up. If you expect the worst, you’re always prepared when it comes.

“Who’s that, one of the janitors?” This time a guy asks the question, laughing like he just told the funniest joke ever as I walk past where he and his friends are hanging out on the grass. I won’t bother looking. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I heard him.

“Are you kidding?” a girl demands like she’s offended. “Don’t insult the real janitors like that!” Now there’s more laughter, and somehow it hangs on me like a heavy cloak, waterlogged, dragging me down. It makes my feet heavy, but I keep moving with my head low and my eyes on the ground. I can’t believe this is my life.

My Early American Literature class is held in a normal classroom versus a big lecture hall with stadium seating. I was kind of hoping to hide in the back and be the first one out the door when class is over, but there’s no such luck. Rows of desks are arranged on the linoleum floor, and the bright fluorescent lights overhead mean I might as well be walking under a spotlight as I enter the room.

I would swear the temperature drops ten degrees when I enter, and it definitely gets quieter as my presence is registered by the people who are already waiting for class to start. I have every right to be here. I’m just as good as they are. My lame affirmations didn’t work very well last night when I was trying to fall asleep, and they’re not doing much better now. When am I ever going to be able to stop paying for somebody else’s choices?

Don’t let them see. Don’t let them know. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. This entire town has made me their mascot in some sick, twisted game whose rules they never bothered teaching me. They get off on tearing me down, laughing at me, making me the symbol of everything beneath them. Because what else do a bunch of rich, bored people have to do with their time? I don’t even know why they bother going to college. They’ll just live off their family money forever. If I had that kind of money, and I was set for life, I wouldn’t bully other people who don’t have it as good as me.

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