Bøker utgitt av Crystal Steadman

After leaving the classroom for the day, I make my way to the grocery store with the intention of preparing a delicious meal for the girls and Dean tonight. The day has been going well, and my students have been actively participating in class lately, which brings me joy.Upon entering the grocery store, I decide on steak and potatoes for tonight's dinner. Once I have all my ingredients in hand, I head towards the cash register. Throughout my time in the store, I can't shake off a strange feeling, but I dismiss it as nothing significant. As I load my groceries into my car, I suddenly sense a presence behind me. Before I can even turn around, I am unexpectedly struck from behind, then being forcefully thrown into someone else's vehicle.The men have concealed their faces with masks, making it impossible for me to recognize them. "Could someone please explain what's going on?" I inquire. In response, one of them tells me to 'shut the fuck up whore,' in a foreign language, instructing me to remain silent. We continue to travel for what seems like an eternity until the car eventually halts. The men then forcefully pull me out of the vehicle and lead me into a dungeon-like structure.Inside the dimly lit dungeon, fear grips me as I try to make sense of the situation. The air is heavy with a musty smell, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the cold stone walls. I can feel the rough texture of the walls against my fingertips as the men push me further into the depths of the structure.My heart races, and I struggle to keep my composure. "Please, I don't understand what's happening. Why am I here?" I plead, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and fear. The men remain silent, their masked faces unreadable, as they continue to guide me deeper into the unknown.

Zoe, a college student navigating her way through her academic journey, unexpectedly attends a rock concert with her best friend. Little did she know that this concert would change her perception of her favorite band forever. Upon meeting the band members, Zoe discovers that the lead singer, whom she idolized, is actually an unpleasant and arrogant individual. Determined to distance herself from Dead Angels, she vows to never listen to their music again and swears off attending their concerts. This decision is primarily fueled by her desire to avoid encountering the obnoxious lead singer, Sean McKnight, ever again.However, fate has a peculiar way of intertwining people's lives. Zoe soon discovers that one of her classmates, who she considers a friend to some extent, happens to be related to the very same jerk she despises. This revelation becomes evident when Zoe and her friend Sara attend a frat party hosted by Michael, the cousin of Sean. To Zoe's dismay, she unexpectedly comes face to face with Sean at the party. Despite her strong dislike for him, she decides to maintain her composure and pretend not to recognize him, as it is highly unlikely that he remembers her. After all, why would he? Or so she thought, sarcastically emphasizing her disbelief.

My family and I recently relocated to a town in Hawaii due to an unfortunate incident involving my sister Stella at a party. However, I am now facing harassment from three individuals who claim to dislike outsiders. They constantly invade my personal space and show a lack of respect for boundaries. The three most attractive guys at our school are Korey, Kasey, and Gage, and they are well aware of it. However, this has become a problem for me as I have somehow managed to get on their bad side. Now, I constantly find myself looking over my shoulder, fearing their retaliation. If only I could somehow win them over and have them on my side, perhaps the rest of my school year would go more smoothly.

I started out on the streets when I was 16 years old - when my parents walked in my room one night and found me in bed with one of my dad's business partners. My parents didn't care that the man came into my room and touched me inappropriately during their party. They were more concerned about their reputation. "A well-respected business executive" like my father couldn't have a whoring daughter like me, bringing his name to shame, so I had to go. And it didn't matter that I had nowhere to go. So, now at 22, I find myself a prostitute with a bad-tempered pimp, and a drug problem. Staying high on anything I can get my hands on just, so I don't have to feel the nasty shit the johns are doing to me or be sound of mind when I'm blowing them off. Sitting in my tiny ass apartment getting ready to head out to my corner for the night and get a John or two.... try to make some money for the night. Rent is due in a day or two, so as I'm getting ready, I snort a line of coke and fuck that shit is good. Looking at myself in the mirror one last time... making sure I don't have any white shit on my nose, or anywhere else, then I head out to the corner.

I'm the water girl the outsider. It's been this way since the 8th grade when my use to be best friend became the quarterback of the schools football team. He got popular and I stayed the same me. Then he became my tormentor.