5 Book(s) Related to kol skywalker

WARNING: It may contain explicit scenes, bullying, triggering words, violence and psychological aspects scenes.

" Pitiful....I'll make sure you are pitied more...in Hunsberg university, don't you think? "

" Soon you'll be so pitiful, it will get so extreme that each and every people in there will feel sorry and disgusted by your pathetic life. I'll make you find yourself wishing that it would be better if you're never born."
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Jennie Wilson POV

She was a poor, a daughter of a labourer and innocent girl. She gets into one of the most prestigious college in the world she always dreamed and worked hard. The Arcadia University.

A college to the elite, where children of diplomats, rich people find themselves in this exclusive university for its reputation and fastest hub to success in life.

Will Jennie Wilson be able to survive in this prestigious college?

Vincent Ainsworth
The only son of one of the largest tycoon businessman in the world. He was like fire. He was hurt and depressed. He loved his ex Eva Smith so much. His world collapsed when his ex called off their relationship. He was way beyond broken. She never looked back at him.

Since Vincent was going through depression, his friends asked Jennie Wilson to help him out, because she was the only one who could make him come out of his depression. Will she be able to repair him? Will he allow her to heal him?....or will it become WORSE.

I have been invisible my entire life. Not the poetic kind of invisible, the kind where your own mother looks through you at dinner, where your name is only said when something needs to be done or someone needs to be blamed. I was never the daughter they loved. I was the one they kept around in case they needed something.

And they finally did.

My twin sister ran. Left her wedding, her billionaire groom, and her entire arranged life behind without a single word to me. So they handed it all to me instead... her name, her dress, her future. I didn't get a choice. I never got a choice. One slap from my father and I was stepping into a limousine headed toward a life that was never mine.

The Hale Estate was everything I had never been allowed to want. Grand and cold and full of secrets that hummed behind every wall. Alistair Hale, my new husband, was dying, slowly and deliberately, like a man with unfinished business. The staff smiled too carefully. The rooms felt watched. And nothing, not a single thing, was what it appeared to be.

Then there was Lucian.

Ava Thompson, a bright, ambitious, and talented young woman, receives her dream job for a high-powered Manhattan-based architecture firm. Ava has no notion that this new position places her in the midst of a whirlpool of complex power struggles between her and three dominant men: Julian Sterling, the genius and enigmatic CEO; Caleb Sterling, dark-haired architect and loner and estranged son of Julian; and Marcus Sterling, friendly and fabulously insightful brother to Julian, which by the way is Ava's new stepfather. Ava is fighting the weight of her working world, and she's drawn to all three of them, and they symbolize different forms of love and passion. Their shady past, corporate scandals, and unrelenting attraction build to a bombastic and volatile situation, making Ava choose what she wants and what love and family are.

I made a deal with Declan Moss at prom and I told myself it was strategy.

He needed a girlfriend. I needed an ex-boyfriend to finally notice I had moved on. Clean terms, mutual exit. I was good at arrangements. I had been making myself useful to people who didn't deserve it for years.

What I was not prepared for was him. Not the version he performs... the armor, the silence, the carefully managed distance. The real one. The one who hands you an essay he never meant for anyone to read and watches your face while you do it. The one carrying a sick sister, two jobs, and a scholarship that stands between his family and a number too big to say out loud. The one who has been holding everything together so long he has forgotten that holding everything is not the same as being okay.

People are trying to destroy him. Quietly. Patiently. From the inside out.

And somewhere between session four and the worst week of his life, I stopped being the girl on his paperwork and became the person he called first.
The arrangement had rules. I had an exit strategy. I was supposed to walk away clean.

Then he said my name in a parking lot like it meant everything he hadn't found the words for yet. And I understood that I had not been performing for weeks.

I had just been... there. Fully. Without the contract.

The fake part ended a long time ago. I am the only one who knows that.

For now.

Nothing good comes from a knock at the door after sunset—especially not when Javier Briar’s corpse is cooling upstairs, his blood still soaking through my silk sheets.

So when Detective Clive Morrow appears on my porch one suffocating New Orleans night, I expect fear, hesitation, the usual human trembling. Instead, he looks at me with steady calm, claiming he’s here to investigate Javier’s disappearance. I know he’s lying. The question is why.

Clive is too observant, too composed, too familiar with the way monsters move. Our conversation shifts from interrogation to a dangerous, magnetic pull neither of us expected. I smell his suspicion… and something darker beneath it. Curiosity. Desire. A warning.

Then the manuscript pages begin to appear.

Pages written in my handwriting, describing Javier’s final night with chilling detail—the betrayal, the fight, the blood. Pages I have no memory of writing. Each one contradicts the last, casting me as villain, victim, or something far worse.

As we dig deeper—uneasy allies bound by secrets—we uncover that Javier was connected to a hidden ring hunting supernatural beings. Someone manipulated him. Someone staged his body. Someone crafted the manuscript to destroy the fragile trust forming between Clive and me.

And that someone wants him to kill me… or wants me to kill him.

When the true enemy reveals herself, the trap snaps shut. Clive becomes a weapon against me, forced by compulsion to strike. The only way out is a secret I’ve buried for a century—my blood can rewrite memory. One taste breaks the control and binds us in ways neither of us foresaw.

But victory leaves scars. Clive remembers everything. I remember every sin. And upstairs, where Javier died, a new page waits—one neither of us wrote.