My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road, #2)

by L.J. Shen

My father always said that people are paper and memories are ink. Little did I know, my book would be dipped in tar, then ripped to shreds.

“Because you’re an octopus.” He said it conversationally. Like I wasn’t running, and he wasn’t chasing me. “Exceptionally smart. Hands everywhere. And venomous. Plus, female octopuses hurl shells at males that harass them.”

The girl had less class than a cum stain.

She’d just arrived in the States, hadn’t gotten used to acronyms, and had mistaken LGBT for Let’s Get Boba Tea.