The Darkest Note: Dark High School Bully Romance (Redwood Kings Book 1)

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You can’t spend your entire year being invisible,” she argues, eyebrows tightening to punctuate her point. I’ve never seen people who look as hauntingly beautiful and effortlessly intimidating in real life. What act is so important that you’d go into intermission rather than cut them from the lineup?” I demand. “Isn’t this supposed to be a student showcase?” I thought if I burned the words they’d disappear, but the ashes rose from the dead and started haunting me.

I wish I had more to leave for you, but that’s all I can manage for now. Your brother will take care of the rest. Try not to aggravate him too much. He isn’t all that excited about meeting you two, but it’s not personal. Trust me.I have to go now. Remember that I love you and Vi more than anything in the world. I’ll meet you on the other side. This cruel king won’t stop until he owns me.Dutch Cross, lead singer of The Kings, is a nightmare come to life.I fell for his amber eyes, chiseled jaw line, and crooning voice once before and it almost cost me my future.Never again.This time, I’ll... Actually, that’s my sole plan. Starting next week, I’ll be a ghost floating through the halls of Redwood Prep. On the weekends, I’ll trade the sprawling lawns and elegant fountains for chain-link fences, graffiti and garbage. Once I’m on my turf, I’ll come alive long enough to get my bearings and do it all again the next week. Our servers are getting hit pretty hard right now. To continue shopping, enter the characters as they are shown Surprised? There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, Cadey. And that’s for your own good. Please don’t resent me too much. It’s my dear wish that you never see the full extent of what I’ve done.

It’s almost time for me to go. I’m starting to get teary again. There’s still so much I want to say. Do you see the act you’re following?” she whisper-shouts. “More of your clothes need to come off. Stat.”

Breeze snorts and covers her mouth with one hand. I pretend not to notice. Creating new stage names for every performance is a thing I do. It helps me pretend that I’m someone else while I’m playing. There’s a painful scratch against my heart when I shake my head. Trying not to let Breeze see how much it affects me, I shrug it off. “As if he would care enough to call me before I performed.” This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, locations and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, or events is purely coincidental. Wild and dramatic. The sound of a hurricane at its peak, winds strong enough to uproot a tree and send it lashing into a building.

They draw closer. The music in my head swells as I notice the finer details of their faces. Hard jaws and cheekbones chiseled by the gods. Straight noses. Full, pursed lips. You and Vi can stay in the apartment so you don’t have to change schools. I’ve already worked it out with the bank. Silence shudders and dies. Music fills my ears. My own creation. My own twisted beast. I form it from nothing but my own pain and torture. Dark, pulsing notes. Lashing chords. A song that’s all about bleeding and destruction. It twines with my heart and gives me energy when I had none before. I play until my fingers start throbbing. Then I stop. Spent.” I’d descended into my thoughts to escape the noisy cover, but it seems like the music’s gotten even louder.Clipboard Guy purses his lips. “Look, it’s already unprecedented to have an act we’ve never heard of open for The Kings.” His stare turns icy. “Feel free to bow out if you have an issue.” Breeze.” I grab her arm to keep her at my side. The only thing shorter than my pint-sized best friend is her fuse. “Don’t engage. I don’t want to get on their radar.” The rest of my words die a flailing death as my best friend bumps me out of the way with her hip and shrieks, “The Kings are playing tonight?” Six years later, I still need the wig to perform in front of crowds, but at least I’m performing. I guess you can call it a rousing success.

You’re such a music snob, Cadey. Now bend down so I can unbutton your shirt. You’re not showing enough cleavage.” It’s not that I want to perform for the students at Redwood Prep tonight, but I’m halfway through my next-on-stage jitters. The thought of prolonging the torture makes me physically ill. This cruel king won’t stop until he breaks me. Dutch Cross, lead singer of The Kings, is a monster.Don’t let his amber eyes, chiseled jaw line, and crooning voice fool you.He prowls the hallways of Redwood Prep like he owns every inch.Brutal.Untou... I eye her suspiciously as she crosses the stage. When I see her chatting it up with one of the guys in the crew, I realize why she was so eager to leave my side. They’re all wearing faded shirts that stretch across their large, barrel chests and taper down to narrow hips. Blue jeans cling to long legs that go on forever. Their incredible height sets them above everyone else and their gait is better than any model on any catwalk. Ever.

It’s too late. You already accepted the scholarship.” She fixes the red bob that’s covering my long, brunette hair from view. Blue eyes focused, she fusses until the strands meet her approval. “And you know why you can’t turn this down.” If you don’t know, how are you so sure it’s not a scammer?” She plants her hands on her hips, causing her bangles to dance. So this book follows the FMC who gets accepted into a prep school that has a good music program. The MM c's name is Dutch and he is in a band with his twin brother and adopted Brother. MMC first meets FMC at the. He gives me another weird look before saying, “Our final act isn’t here yet, so we’re going to intermission. You’ll be up as soon as they arrive.” That’s who you are to me, Cadey. You are my sunshine. It’s just that I’ve been battling this dark cloud way before you and your sister were born. I don’t have the strength left to fight it anymore.