The Darkest Note: Dark High School Bully Romance (Redwood Kings Book 1)

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Do you see the act you’re following?” she whisper-shouts. “More of your clothes need to come off. Stat.” I’m sorry I have to leave you behind in this cold, cruel world, but I know that you’re going to take good care of your sister. And I know you’re going to be strong.

You can’t spend your entire year being invisible,” she argues, eyebrows tightening to punctuate her point. I always saw the chaos in her, but I never let it stain me. I created a space inside my head where the music would die. Because if I couldn’t hear music at all, then I wouldn’t hear her notes either. Me? Run from this,” I gesture to the blonde performer who’s soaking in the ‘woof, woof, woof’ erupting from the guys in attendance, “lavish display of musical prowess?” I blink innocently at my best friend. “Never.” I have to go now. Remember that I love you and Vi more than anything in the world. I’ll meet you on the other side.I thought if I burned the words they’d disappear, but the ashes rose from the dead and started haunting me. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, locations and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, or events is purely coincidental. So this book follows the FMC who gets accepted into a prep school that has a good music program. The MM c's name is Dutch and he is in a band with his twin brother and adopted Brother. MMC first meets FMC at the.

I’ve never seen people who look as hauntingly beautiful and effortlessly intimidating in real life.

You’re such a music snob, Cadey. Now bend down so I can unbutton your shirt. You’re not showing enough cleavage.” As if summoned, the trio who just performed glide off the stage in their sparkles and glamor. They look left, catch sight of me and then laugh rudely as they walk away.

I’d descended into my thoughts to escape the noisy cover, but it seems like the music’s gotten even louder. It’s not that I want to perform for the students at Redwood Prep tonight, but I’m halfway through my next-on-stage jitters. The thought of prolonging the torture makes me physically ill. They’re all wearing faded shirts that stretch across their large, barrel chests and taper down to narrow hips. Blue jeans cling to long legs that go on forever. Their incredible height sets them above everyone else and their gait is better than any model on any catwalk. Ever. Surprised? There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, Cadey. And that’s for your own good. Please don’t resent me too much. It’s my dear wish that you never see the full extent of what I’ve done.Wild and dramatic. The sound of a hurricane at its peak, winds strong enough to uproot a tree and send it lashing into a building. Breeze snorts and covers her mouth with one hand. I pretend not to notice. Creating new stage names for every performance is a thing I do. It helps me pretend that I’m someone else while I’m playing.