Series: King #5
Genres: Dark Romance
Also in this series: Lawless, Soulless
Also by this author: Tyrant, King, Lawless, Soulless, All the Rage, The Outskirts
Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck. He s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves. Andrea Dre Capulet is strung out and tired. Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever. And their deaths. For most people, death is the end of their story. For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning."
*Don’t read this if you aren’t caught up on the King Series!*
Oh Preppy….I was so sad when you died in King. You were weird and quirky and you loved pancakes. But now you’re back! And seriously, getting a peek into your messed up head is….well, its messed up. Parts of your story made me want to hug you. Then other parts made me want to never, ever be in the same state as you for fear of what you are capable of. But I will still love you…just from afar.
You are a sexual deviant who quotes Taylor Swift. You do blow and smoke pot, then make pancakes. Seriously you are a conundrum. Your feelings for Dre are exactly like you: twisted but oddly sweet, you know, it a creepy way, not a “I’m gonna wear you as a skin suit” kind of way. Although…
I digress. Your story is equal parts heartbreaking, twisted, and fucked up. King was bad and twisted in a different way. Bear, too. But you have taken it to a different level. Your story is darker than King or Bear and its a wild ride of depravity.
Now, Preppy, I am sure you are quite proud of my thoughts about you. You love being twisted so this is all complementary to you! But, its also a warning for others who, quite frankly, will be freaked the fuck out by you and your story. Consider this a public service announcement. See, you are such a stand up guy!
I don’t know if ‘excited’ is the correct word for what I am experiencing for part II of your story. What’s between excitement and terror? I think that would be more accurate.
Until then, stay alive and long live Taylor Swift!
The Book Disciple
- POV: dual 1st
- Tears: yes
- Trope: drug addiction
- Triggers: Lots….seriously, just know there are all kinds of triggers. Drugs, rape, dubious consent, suicide… I could go on.
- Series/Standalone: Series! Must be read in order!
- Cliffhanger: View Spoiler »YES « Hide Spoiler
- HEA: View Spoiler »??? « Hide Spoiler
Ravage by Tillie Cole, Killing Sarai by JA Redmerski, Tears of Tess by Pepper Winters…then you will probably like Preppy!
From Preppy by T.M. Frazier:
“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.
“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”
“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”
When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.
The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.
“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.
I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”
“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.
I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.
“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”
With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.
She started to speak, her lips forming the beginning of the word, but before it could fully leave her lips I stood, pulling her up with me. I lifted Dre into my arms and took a running leap off the tracks, my legs flailing in the air as we fell the seven or so feet. Dre’s decision still on her lips, her scream surrounding the air around us as we crashed down into the field.
“I wanna liiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeee.”