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One of us did it.

Young Adult

5.0

Five years ago, an 11-year-old Jeremy murdered his best friend to protect someone close to him. The town was in shock when they heard what he did, including Arianna, the little girl who witnessed it. Stoneybrook town was at peace with Jeremy away, but now he's back. Two days after his arrival, another murder went down, but luckily for him, he is not the only suspect. They are four teenagers, old-time besties. Four of them are suspects, but three of them are innocent. Who could the murderer be?

Fraud: I never knew him.

Romance

5.0

"No, I'm not. Morgan, I'm sure about you, I'm sure about us." She places a hand on the side of my face and brushes it with her thumb. "Being with you feels right, this feels right. It's so good to be true." "It is true," I say, and she lands her forehead on mine. I can hear her anxious breathing. I place my hand on her waist and she brushes her face on mine. I come across her lips and press mine on hers. It starts as an unstable kiss, but each time our lips part, my body cries for more. I suck on her bottom lips as my hand runs through laps -underneath her dress. And I thought It was all of it until her tongue rolls into mine. As I grab her closer to me, we drop onto the bed. Caressing her lap, my hands move up, and I feel the waistband of her underwear. I feel like peeling it off, but I have no idea what we are doing -And I know I don't want it to stop. She helps me peel out my shirt. Her hands are all over my body. I hold her hands on my chest. "Sam we...we should stop," I say with an anxious breath, but she continues to kiss my chest. I zip down her dress and push it down. "Sam I don't have a condom." "We don't need it," she says. "You sure?" I ask, shock. SAM. Am I going gaga? 'We don't need it?' I'm definitely not in my right state of mind. But he looks more surprised than I am. I'm scared, not because I don't want this. "It is my first time," I say nervously. "Aren't you full of surprises, Samantha Raymond," he says, and I hate that he just reminds me of my dad at this moment. I stop myself from wondering what my dad would think of me right now. "I will go easy," he whispers in my mouth.