Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

Characters could never escape me. Not when I could trap them in my kindle for the rest of time. Suckers.

The Night Keepers were four ruthless warriors, called upon to protect the Night People from the men who sought to claim this land. The myth says that they had hearts of stone and skin of iron. They built an army of nameless followers they called the Unspeakables.”

“The third government guideline pertains to the hoarding of food and other essential items such as toilet paper. Though as you have these things provided for you, there is no need for you to concern yourselves with that. I just wanted to reassure you that we have no shortages here and have heard nothing to suggest that our upcoming deliveries will be short either.” Note to self: lay claim to food and toilet paper before these face-stuffing, ass-wiping fuckwits get it into their heads to do it first.

I insisted on taking the entire fucking stockpile of toilet paper too. If that was gonna become currency then just call me the bank of Saint Memphis. If anyone wanted to wipe their asses they’d be coming to me to trade in gifts and favours and I couldn’t fucking wait.

I’d never realised that I was fated to be the king of toilet paper, but if that was my destiny in life then I’d happily sit up on my Charmin throne and lord it over everyone.

It occurred to me that Harry Potter had had it easy in comparison to the Lord Coldemort who was currently making my life a misery. At least Harry had had friends. And Dumbledore. Man, I wish I had a Dumbledore. I supposed Monroe kinda counted. He was like a hot Dumbledore you wanted to Slytherin to bed with and suck his Elder wand.

Tatum Rivers belonged to me and I had no intention of that ever changing. She’d wormed her way beneath my skin and I’d given my word to protect her as my own.

Monroe’s palm slapped into mine and I smirked at him as I felt that deal strike between us like a thunder clap.