Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
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Chapter 4
Lana's Point of View
We all have classes early this morning, so I woke up earlier. I got up from my bed by 5:30, climbed down the ladder from the bunk.
I picked up the uniform that I hung in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure that I was quiet enough not to wake anyone up.
I turned on the lock as soon as I got inside for guaranteed protection. I can't let anyone catch me naked while I bathe.
Especially not Noah, anyone but Noah. I don't even want to imagine his reaction.
I took my bath as quickly as I could, changing into my uniform, double-checking myself to see that everything was fine in the mirror.
My breasts were well hidden, and any other signs of my femininity were tucked away.
"Ah!" A small scream of surprise escaped my lips as I opened the door.
My other roommate was standing in front of the door, his hands tucked in the pockets of his loose pants, his jet-black hair framing his beautiful green eyes that resembled the sea.
I was so startled by his presence that I felt my legs stumble back, and I lost my footing. He dramatically caught me before I could fall; he held me by the small of my back as he steadied me.
His palms brushed the binding around my back, and his eyes narrowed at me.
"T-Thank y-you." I stammered as I quickly escaped from his grip, about to leave the bathroom, his huge frame blocked my path, refusing to grant me freedom.
"Did you get dressed in the bathroom?" He asked suspiciously, his voice was soft, smooth, and velvety like melted butter. "It's just some minutes past six in the morning, and you are completely dressed?"
My brain turned off the instant he questioned me; I was unable to find any excuse.
"Huh, um..." I stammered. "Um... I like to be punctual."
"Maybe next time, you won't lock the door?" My panicked eyes followed him as he strolled towards the bathroom sink. "I needed to use the bathroom too, but I had to wait. There are three shower tops, enough for us to bathe together, unless you are hiding something."
My breath hitched again, but I said nothing. He is suspicious of me already; he threw that statement as a trap. Depending on what I say, he might try to investigate further.
"I apologize, I am still just a little nervous," I muttered. "And I didn't have the confidence to take a shared bath."
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"Uh, are you all done dressing up?" Noah asked as he stirred from his bed. I was at my study table as I stole glances at my other roommate while he dressed. "Why didn't anyone wake me up? It's fifteen minutes to seven. I am going to be late for class."
He suddenly flew from the bed, taking off his clothes as he ran into the bathroom. My eyes flickered back to my fingers as I could now feel my other roommates' gaze burning through me.
My heart pounded in my chest. He was suspicious of me, so I couldn't let my guard down.
We all left the room together. Noah has drawing classes today. The only person who was having science with me was my other hot roommate, whom I already have a crush on, and that meant we would have to go to class together.
"Um... Hi." I started, and only then did he glance in my direction.
I guess that's a yes, he is open to speaking.
"I apologize for locking the bathroom door earlier and taking all the time to bathe." I apologized. "I won't be so selfish next time."
"Well, as long as you understand, it is fine." He simply muttered, and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"What is your name?" I asked, and the moment his eyes met mine, I felt my breathing stop again.
I squealed internally... he is just so handsome!
"Xavier." He answered as quickly as I asked. I was about to ask another question when I bumped into something, or rather someone.
And almost immediately, the phone the person was holding fell to the ground face-first.
I jumped back almost immediately as my eyes recognized the boy in front of me, his blue eyes softened when they recognized me too.
"Is bumping into people some kind of fetish for you, femboy?" he muttered with a smirk as he reached down to pick up his phone.
Silence stretched between us as he glanced at his phone screen that now had a huge crack; he tilted his head to one side. "What are we going to do about my phone screen? Yesterday it was my coat, today it's my phone-how do you intend to pay?"
Fuck, why does trouble keep surrounding me? Why do I keep bumping into this lunatic?
"I..." I trailed off when he suddenly poked my shoulders. He towered over me oppressively, and I stared up at his very handsome face that made me blush.
"Do I have to take your blazer or demand your entire school uniform this time around and parade you naked around the school?"
Xavier suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him protectively. He stepped towards Christian in a face-off.
They both looked so hot as they stood, and my heart began thumping wildly in my chest. Christian was slightly taller than Xavier, but the two looked quite similar.
Christian was giving off the billionaire Playboy type, while Xavier gave off a cold, but possessive boyfriend type.
I mean, it's not every day hot guys fight over you, even though you are pretending to be a boy.
"That is enough," Xavier told him sternly. "This is your fault; you were on your phone while walking."
"Well, I don't remember this being any of your business." Christian retorted calmly, with a playful smirk at the edge of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this.
And it made me wonder if he was gay. Does he like Xavier?
"It is my business," Xavier interrupted sharply. "Alan is with me, and if you have a problem with him, you have one with me."
Heat flushed my cheeks.
Will I be caught in the middle of a gay romance between two boys? Except that I am a girl, and it would be-shut up! I snapped internally. I don't think this was all about me; there seemed to be some sort of tension between them.
Do they perhaps know each other?
A small smile tugged at Christian's face. This devilishly handsome bastard's eyes then flickered towards me, and I jolted from fear.
He leaned in, his face only a centimeter away from mine.
"Don't forget, I still have your pass, and depending on whether you are a good boy or not, I might be holding it for longer." His voice was a sultry whisper that made goosebumps rise in my skin. "Do you understand me?"
I nodded, and he smirked again, this time his hands slipping into my hair to ruffle it.
"Good boy." His voice was a deep rumble that made a pulse run through my core.
Yup, coming to an all-boys school was a mistake. I realized the only enemy I have is my raving ovaries.
Christian then sent a playful glare at Xavier before waltzing off.
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8.4
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But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
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Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
7.1
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My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
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She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
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I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."