Sick Boys

Rule No. 1: Don't piss off the Sick Boys They're cruel. Reckless. Impossibly fucked up. The Sick Boys feed on the order they create. They rule Eastpoint University just as their families have for decades. But their power doesn't stop there. The three of them are heirs to some of the largest fortunes in the world, and behind that kind of wealth lies an underworld of corruption. On the surface, they're perfect princes and he is their King. But underneath it all, they're filled with blood, lies, and secrets. With all of their connections, they have the power to crush anyone who gets in their way. But just because they're as warped as I am doesn't mean I'm going to give them a free pass. Because I, Avalon Manning, bow to no one, and I live to break the fucking rules. Contains mature themes.

Rule No. 2: Show no fear. They're vile and twisted. The only thing more fucked up than the Sick Boys is me, and I'm ready to show them. The Sick Boys are hiding something from me. They want to pretend like I didn't kill my rapist and they didn't help. But we're not ordinary college students, that much has become clear to me, and I'm growing tired of all of the lies and secrets. Their masks are cracking and finally, I'm starting to see the grotesque reality underneath. It's far darker than I ever expected, and it's not enough. They know everything about me, so now it's my turn. I fear nothing. Not them. Not the man that I killed or the people who set me up. Fear is for the weak and I, Avalon Manning, am anything but. Contains mature themes.

Rule No. 3: Never let anyone think they can hurt you and get away with it. I thought I'd seen and felt the worst of it, but there's nothing worse than betrayal. Corina knows who's behind what happened to me and she may think hiding will keep her safe, but after everything that's happened, nothing can keep her safe from me and the Sick Boys. She's a pawn in all of this, but I'll get that information even if it means I have to cut it out of her-piece by fucking piece. This little charade is about to end. They thought they could drag me down into the dirt and grind my soul into the dust. What they failed to realize is that there's nothing left of my soul and I don't mind getting a little dirty if it means getting my revenge. I may have let her fool me once, but there's no way in hell I'll let her fool me twice. After I'm done with her, I'm going after the big boys. Contains mature themes.

What tangled webs we weave . . . He's everything I don't want. A playboy. A beast with a cunningly gorgeous smile. Faces like his only mean one thing. Somewhere underneath all of that handsomeness, there lies a monster. And if anyone can sense a monster, it's me. I understand cruelty. I've lived and breathed it my entire life. I existed on the "charity" of others until I realized that it wouldn't be enough. My demons would soon be set free. They were coming back for me and to be ready for them-to be ready for him-I needed to make myself invincible. But it's not enough. If I'm going to survive then I need to make an alliance with a monster of my own: Abel Frazier. Contains mature themes.