Good Girl

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a ph...

"I'm already engaged." I heard Richard say almost in a roar. Everywhere went silent.
"I'm engaged," there was a slight pause, as if he was searching for the words. "To Stacey Smith," he finally revealed, with that familiar smug voice I despised.
Wait!!
D-did he just say Stacey Smith? Like me? Stacey Smith?
I stood still, frozen with shock, trying to piece together the words in my head, to conf...

I thought I was losing my mind. The first time I heard Alexei's voice in my head—his fear, his guilt, his whispered confession that he was hiding something monstrous—I told myself it was just the pills playing tricks on my memory.
But when I followed that voice into the forest and watched him shift into a massive black wolf beneath the full moon, I knew the truth: the man I loved was a werewolf. ...