Liston Hills School Me Season Three

Liston Hills School Me Season Three

Author:Shan R.K

General Romance | Finished

Introduction
THE ELITES ARE BACK IN THE THIRD SEASON OF LISTON HILLS Sabastian Delroy is my curse, but why can't I stop loving him Welcome back Liston Hill'ers. Secrets have a way of shedding light on an unanswered question. But, some secrets, they stir up a mountain of problems. Sabastian Delroy might be getting soft when he gets a threatening call from a stranger. Looks like he just made a new enemy, or was it his past saying hello? Dainy takes a trip with Kylie Bray, but things don't go according to plan. Ms. Bray's intentions might not be as noble as Dainy thought. Watch out sweet Dainy, playing with a sinner might just get you a ticket to hell. Lizzy gets closer to finding out who killed her father and comes face to face with Mason Bray. Be careful new girl, a Bray is a heartbreaker. A new romance blooms and more secrets are revealed in the third season of School Me. Will Dainy and Sabastian finally get back together? Or did loverboy just make a mistake that will cost him his happily ever after?
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Chapter

SCHOOL ME

SEASON 3

BY

Shan R.K

Playlist

1.Peter Manos C In my head

2.Zara Larsson C Ruin my life

3.Danielle Bradbery, Thomas Rhett C Goodbye Summer

4.Luke Bryan C Sunrise, Sunburn, Sunset

5.Anna Clending C Dead End

6.Skylar Grey C Stand by me

7.Ruelle C I get to love you

8.Jessica Mauboy C Never be the same

9.Old Dominion C Make it sweet

10.Chase Rice - Eyes on you

Dainy||

Its been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lornes case. One week since Ive seen Sabastian. We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.

We laughed,

We fought,

Sharing glances of heated history, quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural.

But I didnt forget, I didnt drop my shields I had built around myself, a protection against my curse, a protection against Sabastian Delroy and his binding touch.

Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after, when I saw him again.

It was the day that Sabastian, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house. The sun was shining so bright but my insides were raining in questions as to why, he was so close to me.

As a good sister and friend I offered to help them unpack. We didnt finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing.

Jace was Reagans cousin so I wasnt surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember.

Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I cant say I was okay with that but I didnt really get a choice in the matter.

To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud. I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasnt sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were.

Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl.

It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasnt mine.

As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase, hurt me with the truth, never, comfort me with a lie.

It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan. Every morning I look at him, every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted.

I dont hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not.

Lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother.

I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning.

The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night. There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth.

Im not going to make it easy for him if he does.

Reagan cant just leave me.

I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys. I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover. It isnt the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war.

My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is around, or he crosses my mind.

But my mind, my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me.

My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didnt even have to face me, touch me.

Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch. That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high.

Im sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone.

My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair.

Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute.

My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denim, boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie fucking Bray.

We hug each other, and it isnt new to me that my face goes right to breasts.

Are we living or dying? You said eleven its nine. I take a step away from her embrace giving her eyes my own.

Since the night Reagan went missing Kylie and I have become closer friends. At first I found it weird she was calling me up, I mean she is a Bray, and its Kylie.

She is a legend what would she want with me?

But I soon learnt that she just wanted to be friends. This weekend would be the first one I spend at her place in Washington, it is why shes currently standing in my house and my bags are stacked by the door.

Times a wastin'?Crazy?Dainy, we needa stop in New York for a few, Diamond sounded like she was on the brink of another one of those impromptu meltdowns. I dont wanna miss the show Sugar. Kylie drawls those words like a true?Texan.?

Not one of those fashion Icon Barbies you get these days with their fake white smiles and the quarter inch of makeup?plastered?to their faces.?She always has this genuine I am me, not you, attitude to her, and she stands for something.

That is the thing that always holds Kylie to?high?standards, well besides the fact that she is a billionaires daughter and basically known as Southern?royalty.?

Kylie is just real, no falsetto vibes to those she holds close.?To others, well lets just say?Kylie?is known for that Southern Charm.

Kylie turns around walking straight to her car as I get my suitcase.

It is twenty minutes later that we arrive at The Estate.?I hop out of the black Jaguar, and follow Kylie to the back of The Stones mini palace and straight to the black jet that is already waiting.?

Mind yourself, Tanner can be a bit hasty on those engines, Kylie yells so loud that the man?Tanner?hears every word.?

From the?matte?black outer?shell, to the weirdly shaped wings, the slim line Jet stands out like an otherworldly space ship under the Southern Sun.?

I have never seen?Stones?internationals jet up close.?Ive been in the helicopter and their planes a few times but never this Jet.

This is Michael Stones private jet, and my nerves shoot to the skyline the closer we get.?

The little I do know about Michael?Stone,?I am aware that he doesnt just loan his Jet.?

But from what I know about Kylie and him is that they are very close so Im not?surprised?that out of all his family, he will let her use it.