School Me Season 3

By Shan R.K

THE ELITES ARE BACK IN THE THIRD SEASON OF LISTON HILLS

Sabastian Delroy is my curse, but why can't I stop loving him

Welcome back Liston Hill'ers.

Secrets have a way of shedding light to an unanswered question. But, some secrets, they stir up a mountain of problems.

Sabastian Delroy might be getting soft, when he gets a threathening call from a stranger.

Looks like he just made a new enemy,

or was it his past saying hello?

Dainy takes a trip with Kylie Bray, but things don't go according to plan. Ms. Bray's intentions might not be as noble as Dainy thought. Watch out sweet Dainy, playing with a sinner might just get you a ticket to hell.

Lizzy gets closer to finding out who killed her father, and comes face to face with Mason Bray. Becareful new girl, a Bray is a heartbreaker.

A new romance blooms, and more secrets are revealed in the third season of School Me.

Will Dainy and Sabastian finally get back together? Or did loverboy just make a mistake that will cost him his happily ever after? Find out in School Me Season 3

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shan R.K
• Release date: Apr 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463702581

Shan R.K

Shan R.K is an internationally acclaimed author, known for her captivating works including Capo Dei Capi, Union of Death, and Beauty's Breath. With a passion for storytelling that started at the young age of nine, Shan has published over 20 books spanning across 8 different genres. From webnovels to dreame, Shan is a versatile writer whose works have captivated audiences worldwide. At 26, Shan made her debut with the novel House of Legions, which marked the beginning of her journey as a published author. With each book she writes, Shan strives to take her readers on a journey of discovery, exploring new worlds and characters that are as diverse as they are intriguing. When not writing, Shan leads a quiet life with her family, who she describes as 'not so fury.' Her ultimate goal is to become a best-selling author across all genres, and she continues to work tirelessly to achieve this.

Book preview

Dainy

It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week since I’ve seen Sabastian. We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.

We laughed,

We fought,

Sharing glances of heated history, quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural.

But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself, a protection against my curse, a protection against Sabastian Delroy and his binding touch.

Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after, when I saw him again.

It was the day that Sabastian, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house. The sun was shining so bright but my insides were raining in questions as to why, he was so close to me.

As a good sister and friend I offered to help them unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing.

Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember.

Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter.

To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud. I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were.

Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl.

It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine.

As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase, hurt me with the truth, never, comfort me with a lie.

It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan. Every morning I look at him, every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted.

I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not.

Lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother.

I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning.

The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night. There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth.

I’m not going to make it easy for him if he does.

Reagan can’t just leave me.

I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys. I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover. It isn’t the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war.

My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is around, or he crosses my mind.

But my mind, my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me.

My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didn’t even have to face me, touch me.

Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch. That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high.

I’m sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone.

My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair.

Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute.

My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denim, boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie ‘fucking’ Bray.

We hug each other, and it isn’t new to me that my face goes right to breasts.

Are we living or dying? You said eleven it’s nine. I take a step away from her embrace