Fractured Fates (The Arrow Hart Academy #1)

by Hannah Haze

Men have been these distant, peculiar creatures, best avoided.

REALLLLL

I’ve read enough books to know that falling for your kidnapper is a huge and predictable cliché.

SUREEEE

My friend very rarely asks for help. He’s been my best friend these last ten years – since we met back in Arrow Hart Academy. He’s not the best company. The dude is moody, takes himself far too seriously and is pretty anti-social.

Saying your best friend isn't best company is crazy LMAO

His eyes roam over my face and down my body, his lip curling in disgust. “You’re a nobody. No one’s daughter, no one’s god daughter, no one’s charge. Until yesterday you weren’t even registered. You have no unusual powers or abilities that make you worthy of protection. Nobody cares about you, nobody is going to give a damn if you go missing. You run away – you get yourself expelled – it’ll be a matter of hours, not days, before Marcus Lowsky lays his hands on you. And then you’ll be dead and no longer a problem for the authorities or this school.”

ERMMMM OUCH

He chuckles, leaning over to the table by his bed and flicking ash from his joint into a tray. “Don’t worry little piggy, I’m not interested in anything like that from you. I mean look at you.” He chuckles. “There’s no meat to you.” He leans forward. “You need fattening up, little piggy, before anyone will sink their teeth into you.”

BRUH

I’ll drink some more beer. Dance with one of these girls, finger her in a dark corner of the dance floor and then take the other one home to my bed.

ERMMMMM

I down the rest of my whisky and slam the empty glass onto the bar top, then I turn and march back to my group. Finding the first girl I bump into, I grab her wrist and lead her onto the dance floor. She’s so fucking excited she doesn’t know what to do with herself, her hands all over me as she giggles uncontrollably. I’m guessing I haven’t slept with this one before. I don’t even remember her name. I grab her ass, and pull her tight against my body, letting her grind up against my cock while I try not to think about that flash of black panties. About Andrew’s hands. About why the hell I’m thinking about either of those things. I’m half hard and it’s making the girl even more wound up thinking it’s for her. “Want to go back to my room?” she hiccups. “Not really,” I tell her flatly. “Oh.” A pause as the tiny cogs in her tiny mind whirl. “We can go back to yours if you want, or the … or the bathroom?” “I’ll pass,” I say, unhooking her arms

that is so embarrassing omg

When I’ve scrubbed the shit from my eyes, my nose and my mouth and cleaned my face five more times, I tip my head right back to let the water flow straight into my mouth and down my throat.

I would have to kill him fr

I stare at her, that tug straining in my stomach, my blood so hot it’s scorching. I grip the edge of the door. “Get out before I kiss you,” I snarl through my teeth. She stops laughing and looks at me. Her cheeks pinken. The air seems to crackle with electricity and I can hear her breath hitch. I grip the doorframe so hard my knuckles bleach. “Maybe I want you to kiss me,” she whispers in her head and more images flood her mind, images of me bending down to press my mouth to hers, images of me lifting her up and pressing her against the door, images of me laying her out across my desk. I stand there watching them all, my arms shaking, my heart pounding. Then I get a fucking grip on myself. “Get out!” I yell at her, pushing her backwards and slamming the door.

HOW THE HELL DID WE GET HERE BRO

The hook hums in my stomach, the sensation shivering through my body.

OOOO IT'S ONE OF YOUR MATES POOKIE I BET IT'S EITHER SPENCER OR TRISTAN

“You going to kiss me back, sweetheart?” he murmurs against my mouth and my eyes flutter open. I’ve never kissed anyone before. And I guess it’s another thing I need to add to my growing list of things I need to learn. “Kiss me back,” he murmurs again, this time with more of a growl, half way between a plea and a command.

AHHHHHHHH

I stare down at Professor York’s shoes. Sensible black heels. She doesn’t need them. She must already be verging on six feet without them. I don’t say anything, waiting for the forthcoming punishment, but I sense Stone staring at me, can feel that familiar tug in his direction. Is that what it’s like to have a crush? To want someone even when you shouldn’t. Even when you know they are totally unsuitable and most probably out of bounds. Even when you hate their guts. It’s only as that last thought flits through my mind that I remember the goddamn professor can read them. Crap.

ISISKSKKSKD

“I don’t trust anyone … except for Pip and Winnie.” “That’s very sad, Blackwaters.”

This made me laugh

“I love that movie, it’s one of my favorites.” “The love interest is an asshole.” “I thought that was your thing.”

LMAO REALLK THAT'S ME

I stare at her. Transfixed, like she’s something special. I want to knock that smile right off her face. I want to throw her into the air and slam her down hard on the ground. I want my hands wrapped tight around her throat.

oh ermmmm

“No one’s going to hear you even if you do. No one is even missing you. Do you see that?” He jerks his head in the direction of the common room. “They’re all in there. And you’re out here.”

HE'S SO MEAN

“I’m … I’m sorry,” he stutters. “Rhi … I’m … sorry.” I clasp my head in my hands, my brain still thumping hard against my skull. “Fuck you,” I hiss, tears racing down my cheeks. “Fuck you!” I hear Pip grunting angrily, snapping his jaw and when finally I can open my eyes, the professor is gone.

He sweeps his thumb along the line of my jaw and peers deep into my eyes. His are a mixture of colors, one eye more green, the other more brown. I stare up into his and I feel like I’m falling. That hook in my stomach is the only thing tethering me to the ground.

WTFFFF WHY IS SHE MATED TO EVERYBODY BRO