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Jasper had almost forgotten about the people surrounding them. All he could focus on was Susannah. One hand gripped in his, she danced seductively for him, pressing her body to his, their lips brushing. He shivered under her touch, drawing her closer, his free hand grasping her dress at the curve of her back. He …
Will hesitated. Then, quicker than she could process what to do, where to go, and how to stop this tsunami rushing towards them, he yanked her to her feet. She winced as her arm pulled at its socket. He was moving her, pushing her toward the door to the hallway. She didn’t fight it, not …
However, before Sticks could reach her, he was bumping into someone else. She gasped as the drink spilt across her top. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Sticks said, reaching for the pile of discarded clean napkins on the table in front of the sofas. He’d been about to dab the spilt drink when the girl …
There was a moment’s hesitation once the group were undressed. Lingering on the edge, peering down into the water and waiting – for what, Emily wasn’t sure. For them to come to their senses? But they’d drunk too much, smoked too much, their senses tossed away with that last joint and in an instant, Sam …
She should have known Freya Davis would rear her ugly head today. “Ugh, what do you want?” Emily groaned, tapping her short nails on her empty tray positioned on the railings of the counter. “How pleasant you’ve become,” Freya snorted. “See you’re already starting to fail.” Emily rolled her eyes. “What are you talking about?” …
“Well as fun as this is,” Sticks said a few minutes later, the group lazing around the trolley park in the dimly lit car park, “we’ve still got three hours until the first bus. What are we gonna do?” Bender spoke up. “Wese could –.” “No,” the group groaned. “Youse didn’t even let me finish,” …
After the laughter died down, the guys continued passing around the bongs, chatting about the weekend and discussing music. Bender returned to the bathroom to clean up upon Tom’s request. They carried on drinking and didn’t notice the dorm door open until a loud unfamiliar laugh muffled their own. They looked across the dorm to …
Passing the long line to the downstairs toilet, she headed up the stairs scattered with writhing bodies. Upstairs, the landing was as imposing and spacious as the rest of the house. Large grotesque modern art hung on the wall above equally hideous ceramic sculptures positioned on tacky white plinths. Downstairs, Nicki Minaj’s Starships started to …
“Can you come here, please, Elivia?” Celeste’s voice rang out from the bathroom. Elivia left behind Sienna’s hair which she’d been plaiting ready for bed and headed into the bathroom. She couldn’t refuse Celeste. No one ever did. She came to a halt at Celeste’s side in the mirror, viewing as her best friend inspected …
There was a spider above her head. Its eight legs worked tirelessly, inching its way across the web, checking each line. It didn’t flinch when a glass smashed. It didn’t pause its work when there was a scream. Not once did the tiny creature stop to wonder why this little girl and her sister were …
British New Adult Fiction author of 24-book romantic suspense drama series, Hillside Academy.
Volume 1 September Available Now on Amazon.
Llama lover and Cat Mother, Jodi May is a lactose-intolerant, anxious insomniac who spends most of her time writing, reading, living in fictional worlds, and devoting her time to advocating mental health awareness and studying to become a psychotherapist. It’s her goal in life to help others, either through her occupation as a psychologist or as an author – whichever comes first.
Self-published author of two short fiction novels, ‘I Was Not Raped’ and ‘Trail of the Chinese Takeout Boxes’, this grumpy Millennial can be found most days dreaming of cheese, writing, reading, drinking wine or knee-deep in a scene where none of her characters will do as they’re told.