Josh clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. The whispers around him were deafening. "Look at him—same pathetic loser as...

I sealed the last box, glancing around my empty room — the only place that ever felt like mine. Another...

Anastasia glared at Caius. “Three hundred sixty-five days. Then we go our separate ways.” He smirked, stepping closer. “And if...