The Midnight Confessions: Part One: A dark, FF, bully step-sister romance

The Midnight Confessions PART ONE AMBER NICOLE JENN BULLARD All rights reserved. Copyright 2023 © Amber Nicole © Jenn Bullard This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used to be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations for articles or reviews. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials. Nicole, Amber & Bullard, Jenn The Midnight Confessions Part One Editing: Jenni Gauntt Cover Design: Nerd Sisters Designs Formatting: November Sweets Created with Vellum Blurb I never saw my life going this way. I was happy, popular, the girl everyone wanted to be. Until I’m uprooted from watching sunsets in the back of a pick up truck, to fighting traffic in the middle of a snow storm. I hate it here. I may not be able to take it out on my elders, but I can on her. The perfect daughter. My new step-sister. Author’s Note Well Jenn and I did it again. Thank you so much for reading our new series. We hope you like it. Please note that this is a dark, step-sister, FF, college bully romance. This is book one in either five or six books. We plan to have books out every three to four weeks, so it won’t be a long wait between cliffhangers. 18+ Preferred! Thanks, Xoxo Amber & Jenn Trigger Warnings As with all of our books there is a list of heavy triggers. Please don’t read if any of the following will upset you. Fat Shaming Rape Suicide Severe Bullying Graphic Scenes & Language Stalking Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Do you want more? Acknowledgments More From Amber Nicole About the Author More From Jenn Bullard About the Author Prologue I can’t believe my dad shackled me with her… she’s so blonde and perfect. Not to mention the typical mean girl. What the hell was he thinking? I shut my laptop and groan as the bell rings. Going home after school used to be my escape, but now she's there. I swing by my locker and grab the books I borrowed from the library. I'm hoping to just lock myself in a bubble and get lost in the spicy fantasy I've been dying to read. Honestly, being the sandwich between two yummy men in a romance has got to be better than my reality. My sigh of relief as I continue down the hall to walk outside to the parking lot turns into a glare when I see Little Miss Perfect giggle and flirt with the football players while they eat up the attention. Must be nice. I’ve never really dated much outside of hookups because my dad and I moved so much due to his job. I could be here one day and gone the next, so what’s the point? I certainly didn’t expect my dad to find someone, especially not a carbon copy of Lyra… at least on the outside. Bella is kind, beautiful, and loving. It sometimes makes me feel bad that I think so badly of Lyra, but whereas Bella is warm, Lyra is the Ice Queen. Icy, perfect blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body most women would kill for. She has it all, and has lived in Texas her entire life. God, I think she was even Miss Cactus. Lyra is certainly pretty enough to have won. I force my steps to stay measured and not race past Lyra. Ugh, why is she practically blocking the exit? Turning to squeeze past, the football player who is talking to Lyra in the middle of the hallway steps away, pushing me into the lockers. Squeaking in shock, I wiggle and push back. I’m short and curvy, I can’t push this huge linebacker out of the way. “I’m right here, move you big oaf!” I yell. Gasping, he turns and looks down at me. “Shit,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck in mock embarrassment. “I don’t know how I didn’t see you, you’re just so forgettable I guess?” Henry, who is not forgettable in the least now that I can see his face, shrugs with a smirk before turning back to chat with Lyra. My eyes well with tears, mostly angry. I inherited my red hair and foul temper from my father, and I want to curse him out. Looking over at Lyra, a look of concern flits through her expression before she shrugs. “Off you go, Cassie. Try not to run into anyone with those wide hips of yours,” Lyra says, and the boys catcall with her. Taking a deep breath, I mutter, “One more year in this hell hole without beating anyone to death, you can do this.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Cassie, I’m sure my mother could enroll you in elocution lessons,” Lyra taunts, and I growl under my breath. I shouldn’t bother, because now the football players are barking at me. Fuck my life. Can we move yet? I’m ready to get out of this small town. I finally reach my little car and sigh when the heated seats warm my cool skin. I will never get over the special upgrades my dad gave me. I think he felt guilty about falling in love again so soon after the divorce. I crank my radio and haul ass home. Maybe if I get there first, I can take a quick bubble bath before Lyra hogs the hot water. I still don’t understand what she does in the shower for three hours. You wash, shampoo, condition, shave,