Date Me (The Keatyn Chronicles #3) I’m not scripting my life anymore. I’m living it. I’m done with the God of all Hotties. I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it. The boy Sitting here reminds me of one of my first nights here. I close my eyes and remember the party. The night Dawson gave me the worst kiss ever and how I ran out to this very spot and slid AdSign up today. Get 2 months of Kindle Unlimited for $! Explore millions of titles on any blogger.com has been visited by 1M+ users in the past month AdMake the best use of your time at home & access millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and more. The best books and audiobooks are waiting for you on Scribd. Try it now, blogger.com has been visited by 10K+ users in the past month Date Me (The Keatyn Chronicles #3) I’m not scripting my life anymore. I’m living it. I’m done with the God of all Hotties. I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it. The boy ... read more
Being the center of attention. Of course, you do. You seemed to be enjoying yourself. So, how come you never danced like that when we danced? It was pretty sexy. You looked shocked. Were you? I thought I was in trouble. Even when the dean started dancing, I thought it was some new girl hazing or something. Do you? You probably won't be finding out. He gazes at me for a beat. Not to be his girlfriend.
I can't believe you danced with Jake like that! Whitney was seething! It was awesome! Telling me how they bonded in the limo. How they will be king and queen. Because I think I know that. What did I say about Vanessa? Been there. Seen it. Burned the T-shirt. I turn back around to face Aiden. Seriously, thank you. After my breakdown in the chapel, he knew it for sure. No way a lunatic like me could be his true love. Life twists and turns.
Maybe I should let him go to the library to get his aura recharged or something. He sighs. I knock again, wondering if maybe I caught him in the bathroom or something. Sitting here reminds me of one of my first nights here. I close my eyes and remember the party. The night Dawson gave me the worst kiss ever and how I ran out to this very spot and slid down the wall.
I remember Aiden sliding down next to me. Me fighting back tears and telling him how Dawson ruined my lips. How Aiden kissed them and made them better. How perfect it felt. Life twists and turns in ways you never expect it to. I could practically see my future with Aiden. I open my eyes and see him. He looks out of breath. Like he ran all the way here. I swallow, suddenly realizing I am lying on a bed next to the God of all Hotties. His shoulder and arm touch mine, causing my whole body to feel like it just got plugged into an outlet and its current is running through me.
I wonder if this is how my cell phone feels when I recharge it? They spell out Homecoming? But then, I feel a little sick. Like I could throw up. I launch myself off his bed, grab my workbook and backpack, and bound toward his door. In my haste, my foot catches under his desk chair. The chair and I do a sort of slow-motion dance before it darts out from underneath me and sends me crashing to the ground.
I pick myself and my bag up quickly. I, uh, I have to go. Call Annie if you need help. I run down the hall to the stairs.
I look down at my knee. I limp down the staircase then collapse three steps from the bottom to inspect the damage. I hurt. I hurt a lot. My knee or the pain in my heart when I think of Aiden with another girl. I know it's not a rational thought, but it's there. I start to get hot and feel like I'm going to pass out. I examine my knee closer. Just below my kneecap is a large gaping cut that is bleeding heavily.
Something tells me I should probably try to stop the bleeding. A shadow passes over me, causing me to look up. Jake bends down in front of me and looks at my knee. A lot. What'd you do? Your sock is furry and the fibers will get in the cut. Which will then have to be cleaned out before you get stitches. He never makes his bed. He has a bottle of vodka in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other. He takes a drink of the vodka and hands me the bottle. This is gonna hurt. But I am. So happy.
When Dawson sees me sitting on Jake's bed, vodka bottle in hand, he gets a big grin on his face. What is that? Jake points down and takes the white—well, now pinkish red—washcloth off my knee. Free Novels Online Free Books to read online Light Novel. Category Adventure Christian Fantasy Vampire Historical Horror Humorous Mystery Romance Science Fiction Thriller Western Young Adult Light Novel.
Author: Jillian Dodd Series: The Keatyn Chronicles 3 Genres: Romance , Young Adult. Copyright © - by Novel com Free Novels Online Free Books to read online Light Novel. Anyone who publicly speaks of this will face detention and possible expulsion. Do I make myself clear? You ready?
While I do, could you find me some paper? But she's a wreck. I'm headed to the airport now. You know that. In order to keep them quiet about me being at Eastbrooke, I need to give them a bigger story.
Hollywood does it all the time. That's why you called me. Damian Moran's date in New York City with his new girlfriend would do the trick.
But we'd have to fix Peyton's social media first so Vincent can't connect her to me. We'll do whatever you need. It's the least we can do. Peyton was sobbing, so it was hard to follow exactly what happened.
She just kept saying you saved her. I told them it was because I wanted to prove I could act. I have to protect my friends. Protect Eastbrooke. Okay, I have to go. I'm pissed and scared that you outed yourself but, at the same time, I'm proud of what you did for Peyton. Seriously, Keats, you've changed. I like it. I gotta go. All of them are young. And, hopefully, hungry. I was going to emulate my mother. She handles the press so well. But my mom didn't go through what I did with Vincent.
I'll just be me. I smile, shake each one of their hands, and introduce myself. I'm Keatyn. I'd like for you not to report what you just heard.
She is. But I'm not her. I mean, what would you report exactly? Trying to hide who you are. Douglas for me. Johnston for her. I didn't want people to judge me. I wanted to make friends because of who I am, not who my mom is. Not exactly a scandal. I doubt your editors would even print it. If you sign it and agree not to tell anyone, I'll tell you the truth. The story has purposely been kept out of the press.
I start writing, reading aloud as I do. I will not discuss what Keatyn tells me with anyone. If the truth comes out before the specified time, I will be subject to a damages lawsuit.
This contract will become null and void upon two events: Keatyn's death or when she gives written consent otherwise. No one moves. The first is that when my story is ready to be shared with the press, you will get that story exclusively. One every entertainment reporter in the country has been dying for. Is Abby pregnant again? The date will take place in New York City. It will include dinner, a romantic carriage ride through Central Park, and a kiss.
Who knows, maybe they'll even window shop at Tiffany's. You'll be given a media packet with pertinent information about the girlfriend along with the story of how they met. And I'm sure none of them ever thought coming to a high school dance would net them a story like this. I hold out my pen to the blonde closest to me. Once everyone has signed, I turn to Cooper. If something happens to me, you'll have the inside scoop. Cooper and I share a glance, mine probably more panicked than his.
Could Vincent have found me already? And would he knock? Cooper cracks the door and says, "Not now. Did he say we? Tears start prickling my eyes. I rush to the door and motion for Cooper to open it. And that's when I see all of them. Riley, Ariela, Jake, Dawson, Maggie, Logan, Dallas, Bryce, and even Katie and Annie are standing o utside the door. He's standing straight and tall with his chin confidently jutting out.
Abby Johnston is my mom.
The Keatyn Chronicles Series by Jillian Dodd. Stalk Me Jillian Dodd Gossip Girl meets Hollywood in this steamy new series by That Boy author, Jillian Dodd. Keatyn has everything she ever dreamed. Her life is following the script she wrote for the perfect high school experience.
She's popular, goes to the best parties, dates the hottest guy, and sits at the most-coveted lunch table. She's just not sure she wants it anymore. Because, really, things aren't all that perfect. Her best friend is threatening to tell everyone her perfect relationship is a scam. Her perfect boyfriend gets drunk at every party they go to. It's exhausting always trying to look and act perfect. And, deep down, she isn't sure if she has any true friends.
To add to the drama, her movie star mom has a creepy stalker. A hot, older man flirts with her and tells her they should make a movie together. And she's crushing on an adorable surfer. Dating him would mean committing social suicide. So she writes a new script. One where all the pieces of her life will come together in perfect harmony. But little does she know, there's someone who will do anything to make sure that doesn't happen. Kiss Me Jillian Dodd I've always written scripts for my perfect life.
But no way could I have ever scripted this. All because of a stalker. The most popular girl already hates me. This hot, sweet, sexy boy.
Because who knows how long I have left. The boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava. The boy who offered me the key to his heart. The boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way. There are so many things to look forward to. Parties at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts. Shopping trips to NY. I find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from me. Not that I can blame him. I have secrets too.
But, I will. And this time, I might not get away. So even though Vincent is getting more and more scary. Mostly, I want a boy to love me. But which one? or Aiden - The God of all Hotties, who is practically infused with love potion. Who I thought liked me, but now says he wants to be my friend.
or Brooklyn - The boy that first stole my heart. Who has always loved me. Well, until the whole cabana incident. Oh, and did I mention Cooper Steele? The new soccer coaching, health teaching, tattooed hunk? Who Garrett sent to school to guard my body. I mean, be my bodyguard. But back to loving me. I should forget about boys and worry about me.
Love me. Like, eventually. Hate Me Jillian Dodd I was told if I went away, he'd forget about me, lose interest, and move on. But he hasn't. In fact, my being gone has only made things worse. So it's time for me to take matters into my own hands. It's time for me to fight back. Hey, Vincent. You ready for a little chaos? Discover a breathless fairy-tale romance with swoon-worthy characters, suspense, and a glittering celebrity world. Will Keatyn get her life back?
Sitting here reminds me of one of my first nights here. I close my eyes and remember the party. The night Dawson gave me the worst kiss ever and how I ran out to this very spot and slid He kisses me, effectively stopping me from speaking. When the kiss ends, he gently pulls away and looks at me seriously. His eyes tell me everything I already know. “Keatyn, I mean it. Date Me (The Keatyn Chronicles #3) I’m not scripting my life anymore. I’m living it. I’m done with the God of all Hotties. I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it. The boy Date Me is a beautiful novel written by the famous author Jillian Dodd. The book is perfect for those who wants to read new adult, young adult books. The book was first published in March AdMake the best use of your time at home & access millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and more. The best books and audiobooks are waiting for you on Scribd. Try it now, blogger.com has been visited by 10K+ users in the past month AdSign up today. Get 2 months of Kindle Unlimited for $! Explore millions of titles on any blogger.com has been visited by 1M+ users in the past month ... read more
It was awesome! Copyright © - by Novel Stepbrother Dearest. His eyes bore into mine. I grab mine too and set it on his desk. Dark Matter. A shadow passes over me, causing me to look up.Who knows, maybe they'll even window shop at Tiffany's. Look around. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17TH Walked out. Home Date Me. That I invited him to the party.