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There's one word you don't utter at Prescott High, not unless you want them to own you. H.A.V.O.C. Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar, and Callum. The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High. Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit. But senior year is going to be different. This year, I own them. I’ve made a pact with the Havoc Boys to get the vengeance I deserve. Their price? Me. At their beck and call, in their beds, a part of their gang. Their girl. A Havoc Girl. Those dirty, rotten boys are going to get revenge against everyone that’s wronged me—everyone but themselves.…

Тсс, у меня есть секрет.

Греховно великолепные члены Студенческого совета — Черч, Рейнджер, Спенсер, Мика и Тобиас — никогда не должны узнать.

Надо мной и так издеваются, потому что мой отец — директор школы.

Мне не нужно, чтобы они ещёи узнали, что я единственная девочка; я бы предпочла одеваться мальчиком.

В Академии Адамсона для парнейтеперь есть единственная ученица женского пола, но я не собираюсь быть их подопытным кроликом.

Не тогда, когда в этой школе есть секрет, о котором никто не говорит. Не тогда, когда последняя здешняя студентка оказалась мертва.

There's one gang you don't piss off at Prescott High, not unless you want them to destroy you. The Havoc Boys. My enemies turned friends turned lovers. These boys have never been saints, but this war that's brewing is resurrecting their inner demons. Once upon a time, I was their target. This time, I'm calling the shots. Senior year is my year. This year, I'm going to bring down my enemies. This year, I'm going to run my tongue along the blade of vengeance and taste blood. The Havoc Boys are mine, and we were here first. You don't mess with a Havoc Girl without paying the price. You don't start a rebellion without a little…

Break the new girl.
That should be easy, right?
Trash like her doesn’t belong at Burberry Prep.
No, Marnye Reed is going down, and we plan to make a spectacle out of it.
Let’s see who can make her fall in love first.
Bet’s on. Any takers?

***

Take on the filthy rich boys.
They’re the idols of the school, veritable gods on earth.
Old Money. New money. A rising star.
These guys are nothing like the ones at my old school.
I might come from nothing, but I’m determined to be someone, and I won’t let them get in my way.
They say they’ll make my life a living hell; I think they mean to keep that promise.

Psst, I know a secret. The same secret that the Student Council—the super-rich, super handsome elite of Adamson All-Boys Academy—knows, too. Jenica Woodruff, the only girl to ever attend the academy before I showed up, didn't commit suicide: she was murdered. Now, someone is after me, too, but no matter where I go, the killer follows. My new high school isn't safe, and turns out, neither is my old one. I'm not a member of the Student Council, but after everything we've been through together, after the horrible things we've seen, I may as well be. These ruthless boys have taken me under their wing. Church, the fearless leader…

Break the rich boys. It’s tricky, but doable. Jerks like them don’t deserve to rule Burberry Prep. No, Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are going to pay, and I plan to make an example of them. Then there’s Zack, the varsity football d*ck. Oh, and did I mention a prince just transferred to the academy? Whatever will I do with those two? Revenge is wicked sweet; I can’t wait for a taste. *** Defend ourselves against the charity case. We’re the Idols of the school, the kings of the campus. Marnye Elizabeth Reed. That girl is nothing like the ones we’re used to. We just can’t decide if we hate her … or love her. She might come from…

The secret is out. I’m officially dating the entire Student Council, but that’s not the only thing that’s outside the norm at Adamson All-Boys Academy. Nah, I think the murders are a bit more remarkable, although my dad might disagree. He’s not exactly thrilled with my fake fiancé or the other four boys that make my pulse race. With two current students dead, and three attackers on my tail, it looks like I’m next. The fact that I’m a target isn’t in question, but are the people closest to me involved somehow? Everyone’s a suspect—my family, my classmates, even my new boyfriends. Okay, that’s it. I’m going to do it: I’m going to…

There’s one girl you don’t mess with at Prescott High, not unless you want them to come for you. Those dirty, rotten Havoc Boys might be a gang to everyone else, but they’re family to me. My f*ckbuddy. My first love. My husband. My challenger. My confidante. There’s trouble brewing in the halls of our high school, and it’s spilling into the streets. Once upon a time, Havoc held Prescott in an iron grip. But for senior year, we want the whole goddamn city. This year, we’ll have to drop bodies if we want to own the underground. Good thing that’s something we excel at. The Havoc Boys are artists, their brushes made of bone, their…

Share the new girl. That won’t be easy, will it? Especially not while trying to keep our thrones in the Burberry Prep social scene. Marnye is learning to forgive us; the least we can do is protect her. Let’s see who can make her fall in love first. This time, there’s no bet. This time, it’s just our hearts on the line. *** Take on the filthy rich girls—and do it with the help of the boys. It’s us versus them, and it’s not going to be pretty. The king of the school, a pissed-off narcoleptic, a tattooed rockstar, a varsity football player, and a prince. Five guys to back me up, five boys that give me butterflies. They say…

There’s one mistake you don’t make at Prescott High, not unless you want me to ruin you. Do not touch my beautifully broken Havoc Boys. Harbin, Fadler, Channing-Blackbird, Montauk, and Park. Death stalks the halls of Prescott High. Once upon a time, my best friend betrayed me. For over a year, I let that two-faced bitch go. But not anymore. This time, she’s stirred up the devil in me. We’re finishing up my list; we’re setting our sights higher; we’re taking control of this city. The VGTF, the detective, the pretty young cop. It doesn’t matter. Because we are Havoc, and I no longer have limits. My boys have corrupted me, and…

Choose between the rich boys. I’d rather face the Harpies than make that choice. How can my four years at Burberry Prep really be coming to an end? No, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack, and Windsor are everything to me right now. My strength, my passion, my heart, my empathy, my joy. Love is a cruel master, but I have no one to blame for this but myself. *** We fell in love with the charity case. Idols of the school, the kings of the campus, and we’re nothing without her. Marnye Elizabeth Reed. This girl has twisted our world upside down, but the Infinity Club is about to knock us all on our asses. Big money, political ties, family…

There's one heart you can’t break at Prescott High, not unless you’re one of them. The Havoc Boys. They’re my family, my redemption, and my future. Victory at Prescott High has always meant escape. Once upon a time, that meant graduation and a one-way ticket out of town. But everything is different now. This year, my life changed in irrevocable ways. The Havoc Boys have a Havoc Girl; they have a queen who wears her crown with pride. I’ll need every ounce of strength I possess to dig us out of an early grave. One last chance; one more fight. If there really are happy endings for people from my side of the tracks, then we’ll…

Harem versus harem. How often does one university entertain two coeds with harems of rich boys on their heels? My name is Marnye Reed and this, this is Charlotte Carson. Girl, just call me Chuck. What are the chances? Is it fate? You have five boyfriends; I have five boyfriends. Whoever could’ve guessed that Bornstead University had a strange and unusual tradition—one that’s put targets on both of our backs. Not that we’re unused to it. You dealt with an elitist club; I ran from a cult. Mm. It’s unexpected. More so, it’s disappointing. High school is a closed loop, isn’t it? It’s so easy to say happily ever after with a graduation…

Humans … pets, meat, or mates. That’s the first thing I see when I open my eyes, that damn sign. Don’t fancy myself being sold for any of the above reasons, so I’m relieved when my buyer is killed by an … Um. Hot venom and horns and a violent grin. What the actual f*ck is that?! Or should I say who the actual f*ck is he? Because he’s definitely male. Definitely big. Definitely exuding pheromones that turn me into a much less rational human being. Hi, I’m Eve Wakefield, twenty-five years old, professional caterer, recently abducted by aliens alongside my best friend. I’m also completely and utterly screwed. Lost on a…

“I'm in love with five bad boy rockstars. But is our love strong enough to overcome our tragedy?” Lilith Goode is dating—and in love with—five gorgeous rockstars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. Paxton is the leader, covered in tattoos, and cocky as hell. Michael is the bad boy determined to change his ways. Ransom is the scarred one, dark and beautiful. Muse is the practical one, the enigma with a silver mohawk. Copeland is the boy next door with a penchant for reading romance novels. Together, these six twisted souls make up one beautiful whole. But can one woman really love five…

I don’t play the role of the kidnapped princess very well. And I really hate the fated mates trope. Hello again, I’m Eve Wakefield, and I refuse to accept that I’m in love with an intergalactic moth prince. No. I don’t care how handsome he is, I don’t want to marry him. I don’t care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of eating entire planets. Love is earned, not swindled by pheromones. I’m now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard, a golden toilet, and relationship issues. There’s the prince I’m supposed to marry, the forest beast I fell in love with, and the never-wears-clothes police…

Hot bullies, busted cars, and the party of the year. On an endless loop. I don’t know how, but I’m living today over and over again. Every year, the town of Devil Springs holds a celebration known as Devils’ Day. There’s no magic, but there might as well be: we wear masks, we play tricks, we party hard. Every year, the students of Crescent Reform School party the hardest. They’re the lewdest, the most wanton, ribald, and lascivious. Why shouldn’t they be? Our ultrarich prep school sits in the middle of the woods, a place for wealthy families to dump their black sheep. Except for me. My parents sacrificed everything they had to…

Holy sweet baby Jesus. I don't know anything about taking care of kids. I pierce nipples, navels, and noses for a living. I've never even held a baby before. Not once. Never changed a diaper or cleaned up a skinned knee. Hell, I don't even want kids. I'm more of a drifter, a once in a lifetime lover, and then I move on. Family? Commitment? Nuh uh, no way. Tough sh*t, though, because my brother and his kids need me. Desperately. I never thought to wonder if I might need them, too. That I might need her, this strange woman I met at a playground. Brooke Overland. She doesn't know I'm not a professional nanny, but what am I supposed to do…

Don't turn the page unless you're ready to get torn apart like the world's hardest rock riff. "These are real people with real problems. This is real life, and it's real f*cked up." Turner Campbell is an a**hole. I f*cking hate him. But I can't get enough either. He sings like an angel and f*cks like a devil. If I could, I'd run away and never look back because to tell you the truth, I think this man might be the death of me. *** Naomi Knox is a b*tch. I can't f*cking stand her. But I can't stop thinking about her either. She looks like an angel and plays like a devil. If I could, I'd f*ck her good and forget all about…