Body Count (Mind, Body, & Soul Book 1)

by Netra Antionette

“Yeah, you like that, huh? Told you I was gon’ ruin you.” I blinked at the ceiling, unimpressed. “Mmhmm.”

She is not yours to measure, judge, or shame. She moves how she wants, gives when she chooses, and owes no one an explanation.

Period

woman’s body is not a battleground for respectability. It is a home. A temple. A playground. A kingdom. And she decides what to do with it—how, when, and with who.

Something about the school Wi-Fi gives “government surveillance” vibes.

And just as his lips touched mine— I opened my mouth and bit the hell out of him.

Lmaooo

Because my body isn’t a battleground for someone else’s insecurities. It’s a damn altar—and I choose who gets to kneel.

I smiled politely. “Aw, how sweet,” I said, tilting my head. “But baby, if he’s anything like you, I wouldn’t give him the time of day.”

She’d know when to keep it polished and when to cuss somebody out over a game of spades. My kind of woman.

“I’m ten steps ahead of you,” I said calmly. “And that’s crazy for a woman who thinks she’s in total control.”

A collision of two people who swore they’d never need each other, but couldn’t stop sinking into something deeper than they were ready for.

“A woman’s power ain’t just in her body— It’s in knowing when to let it lead, and when to let it rest.”

I should’ve stayed serious, but I felt my damn face heat up like a schoolboy with a crush.

“I killed the man who turned you into a version of yourself that thought she wasn’t worthy of real love.”

I knew it was him all along

This wasn’t just the end of a chapter. It was the beginning of everything.