What do you think?
Rate this book


191 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 19, 2021
『 He, Reed Roman Jackson, provokes and I, Calliope Juliet Thorne, make good choices. 』
『 Right in front of my eyes, I discover that Reed Roman Jackson, the gorgeous villain, my brother’s rival and enemy, loves his little sister. 』
sɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ▸//▸ so, MS SAFFRON A. KENT, we are getting a spin-off series for Callie's brothers, right? RIGHT?
❝… Why are you guys bringing me cupcakes?❞
Ledger side-eyes Stellan and Con. ❝Because you’re our sister.❞
Getting serious, Shepard nods. ❝And we love you.❞
❝We also respect you,❞ Ledger says.
❝And your choices.❞ Shep goes next.
❝Also your independence,❞ Ledger adds, making me think that they’ve memorized their lines.
❝Because apparently when you spin, I stop. When you dance, I have to watch.❞
❝… What are you doing?❞
❝Showing you how chivalrous I can be.❞
❝What?❞
❝Usually I don’t mind being the bad guy, but I don’t like to be accused of crimes I haven’t committed. So if you want me to twirl, I’ll fucking twirl and save you from distress and be your knight in fucking armor.❞
『 And in this moment, I realize that even though I hate lying to my brothers and keeping secrets from them, I’ll still do it. I’ll still lie for him now and forever. I’ll lie and hide. I’ll seek and run and stop. I’ll go wherever he is. 』
❝He’s a rich punk who only cares about himself. I know him and I know guys like him. Guys like him are selfish, untrustworthy, and reckless. Guys like him don’t care about rules or people. They only care about themselves. Guys like him can’t handle responsibilities. They leave without so much as a glance back at what they’re leaving behind.❞
✨ho there, behold, one of the greatest and most romantic meet-cutes ever put to page✨
『 But then I heard a sound — a moan — and I realized that there was a girl in the room with him. And she was on her knees, almost hidden by the teacher’s desk, in front of him. That’s when I knew. That the girl he was with was… you know, doing stuff to him. And before I could stop myself, I gasped. 』
❝… The boy you were lying for all this time, he was bragging about you on the field.❞
I’ll brag about how pretty their sister looked the next day.
[…] No, no, no. He wouldn’t do that. He promised me. He promised. He wouldn’t break his promise like this. He wouldn’t.
I somehow pull myself together and say, ❝There has to be a reason. There has to be an explanation.❞Callie, sweetie, no. just. . . no.
ᴇᴅɪᴛ ▸//▸ at this point i'm resigned to the fact that all of MS. KENT'S heroes are, at some point or another, going to talk about their respective heroine's vagina in the third person. ugh, what a grim fact.
❝Yeah, you know that I’d become what they call me. That if I catch even a whiff of her scent, I’ll go wild. I’ll become an animal and I’ll snap my teeth and I’ll snarl. And nothing would calm me down except her, except the sight of her, the taste of her. You know I’ll become a villain for your fairy pussy.❞



"I don’t listen to him. Of course I don’t."
"I am a good girl, aren't I?"
"I’m in love with him, aren’t I?"
"I don't curse, don't I?"
"So will you?" "Will you what?" "Do it I mean"
"I don't curse I mean"
"I hate him I mean"
"I don't do it. Of course I don't"
"I lied to them, of course I did"
"I want it to happen, of course I want it to happen"
My hands land on his ribs and my fingers clutch onto his hoodie. A thousand thoughts, a thousand sensations, explode in my mind, but the very first that jumps out is that it’s soft. His hoodie.
Well, I will see him at school but I’ll never see him like I did tonight. Or talk to him or be near him or touch his hoodie.
I dare to touch the ends of his dark hair; they’re as soft and silky as his hoodie.


“…If I catch even a whiff of her scent, I’ll go wild. I’ll become an animal and I’ll snap my teeth and I’ll snarl. And nothing would calm me down except her, except the sight of her, the taste of her. You know I’ll become a villain for your fairy pussy.”



But as I found out tonight, I’m stupid.
And in love. With a villain.
With a guy who likes to break hearts.
-- Callie Thorne


