Noble Savages
A Dark Bully High School Romance Multi-Author Box Set
Logan Fox
Nicole Cypher
Rina Kent
Esme Devlin
Natalie Bennett
Queens of the Dark
Copyright © 2019 by Natalie Bennett, Nicole Cypher, Esme Devlin, Logan Fox, Rina Kent
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imaginations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
Blurb
Cruel. Brutal. Vicious. Lawless. Merciless.
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Maybe you’re the new girl.
Maybe you’ve always had it coming.
Maybe you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Either way, you’re about to become the victim.
You’re about to bow, break, and bend the knee. You’re about to kneel at my feet.
I’ll destroy your credibility.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side.
I’ll make you learn the hard way there is only one way out.
And when all is said and done, I’ll leave you begging for me to do it again...
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Five possessive, controlling bullies.
Five strong, spirited heroines.
Welcome to their Savage Kingdom.
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Noble Savages by Natalie Bennett, Nicole Cypher, Esme Devlin, Logan Fox and Rina Kent is a five books dark high school romance boxset.
All standalone.
All full length.
No cliffhangers.
All the angst, the steam, and HEA you've been looking for.
Contents
Warning
Logan Fox
Brutal Prince
Nicole Cypher
Vicious Knight
Rina Kent
Cruel King
Esme Devlin
Merciless Knave
Natalie Bennett
Lawless Kingdom
Thank you
Warning
Mature Readers Only
Please note that these are works of dark fiction and include intense sexual/violent scenes which some readers may find triggering. Please proceed with caution.
Brutal Prince Blurb
Everyone bows to the prince. Well, everyone except me.
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Arrogant, brutal, sexy Prince Briar has made it clear that I’m not welcome at Lavish Prep, but I’ve got nowhere else to go and I’m not backing down.
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Guess we’ll see who’s left standing when the dust settles.
Vicious Knight Blurb
Everyone has secrets...
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What do you do to the person who learns yours?
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I’ll tell you what I did. I went after her.
I wrecked her credibility.
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I destroyed her friendships.
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I ruined her reputation.
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And she responded in the most foolish way possible. She fought back.
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My last name might be Knight, but she’s the furthest thing from being rescued.
Cruel King Blurb
He’s no fairy tale king.
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Levi
Here, little princess. I'm your king.
You have three rules. Bow. Break. Bend the knee.
Fight me all you want, but soon enough, you'll be chanting long live the king.
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Astrid
One day I'm Royal Elite School's small fly, the next I'm hunted and left to die.
He doesn't only shred my life to parts, but he's also coming after my heart.
He thinks he broke me, but the new princess will bring the king to his knees.
Merciless Knave Blurb
I was traded like the Queen of Diamonds in a game of cards, before I was old enough to spell the word 'marriage'.
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He says I'm his. Always have been, always will be.
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Not while I'm still breathing.
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Til death us do part?
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If that's the way it has to be, I'm dragging him to hell with me.
Lawless Kingdom Blurb
One town.
One school.
One illicit affair that will span a lifetime.
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You can never truly know someone.
Not even the ones you love.
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What started as the best summer of Rhiannon Clermont’s life ended with her world being flipped completely upside down. All because she got entangled with Judas Barron, blue blood, and heir to a severely twisted and cutthroat society.
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Now forced to be part of a savage coterie harboring sinister secrets, their mutual hatred for one another breeds a lethal lust and the sickest kind of infatuation.
Brutal Prince
Logan Fox
Brutal Prince Blurb
Everyone bows to the prince. Well, everyone except me.
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Arrogant, brutal, sexy Prince Briar has made it clear that I’m not welcome at Lavish Prep, but I’ve got nowhere else to go and I’m not backing down.
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Guess we’ll see who’s left standing when the dust settles.
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Contents
Brutal Prince Playlist
Prologue
1. Indi
2. Indi
3. Briar
4. Indi
5. Briar
6. Indi
7. Indi
8. Indi
9. Briar
10. Indi
11. Indi
12. Indi
13. Briar
14. Indi
15. Briar
16. Indi
17. Indi
18. Indi
19. Indi
20. Briar
21. Briar
22. Briar
23. Indi
24. Briar
25. Briar
26. Briar
27. Indi
28. Briar
29. Briar
30. Indi
31. Indi
32. Indi
33. Indi
34. Indi
35. Briar
36. Briar
37. Briar
38. Indi
39. Briar
40. Indi
41. Briar
42. Briar
43. Indi
44. Indi
45. Indi
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Indi
47. Indi
48. Briar
49. Indi
50. Indi
Epilogue
Afterword
Also by Logan Fox
About the Author
Brutal Prince Playlist
French 75 — Cane Hill
Cage — Blackshots
Who’s Gonna Stop Me — Tommee Profitt, Jung Youth
lovely — Billie Eilish, Khalid
Forgive Me — The Plot In You
My Body Is a Cage — Monarchy
DRIP — Crywolf
when the party’s over — Billie Eilish
Your Love is Like a Car Crash — Blue October
Stop a Bullet — Black Light Burns
Heaven — Julia Michaels
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Prologue
Life isn’t fair.
Life is fucking cruel.
But we only get this one, so we have to make it count. You can’t dwell on the past. You have to look ahead, count your blessings, and make plans for the future.
That’s what my mother used to tell me, when I was sad because my best friend moved out of town. When I had to have surgery to remove my tonsils. Then, a year later, my appendix.
She’d always have faith that a better day was just behind the horizon.
Go to sleep, my girl.
Have pleasant dreams.
Tomorrow is a new day.
My mother was raped, tortured, and murdered last week during a home invasion. The sadistic criminal who did it then set fire to our home.
Where was I?
At a party, getting drunk and trying to lose my virginity.
It’s been eight days, fourteen hours since my mother’s beautiful soul left this earth. Life should have been easier by now, but it’s not.
See…Mom lied.
It doesn’t matter how many times I go to sleep, I don’t have pleasant dreams anymore.
When I try to count my blessings, I come up short.
My plans for the future?
I don’t have any.
When I look ahead, all I see is darkness.
I’m waiting for that bright new day you promised me, mom.
Because tomorrow still hasn’t come.
Chapter One
Indi
I don’t remember Lavish being this travel-brochure perfect town nestled against the gentle slope of a mountain. Somehow, it’s impossible for me to picture myself ever having lived here. I traveled through Mallhaven — Lavish’s sister town — to get here. The towns share sinister-looking black peaks, as if they were split down the middle when those spires rose up out of hell.
When I drove through Mallhaven, the town was already cast in shadow. Lavish, on the other hand, dazzles in the remaining hour of sunlight.
My GPS sends me straight through town, where my path winds up one of the roads leading higher into the mountains. There are tons of pines here; so many that twilight’s shadow falls around me as I stop outside a fanciful wrought-iron gate. I can’t see a house from here. Instead, I’m surrounded by more firs and the dark, distant peaks of the Devil’s Spine.
Getting out of the junker Mom’s insurance company passed off as a rental car, I head over to the gate and grab hold of one of the iron flourishes.
The metal is ice-cold, slightly damp.
There’s an intercom to one side. I press its button, and seconds later a voice warbles out through the speaker.
“Yes?”
“It’s Indi.”
“Excuse me?”
I grind my teeth as I bend at the waist to put my mouth closer to the slotted microphone. “Indigo. Virgo. Your granddaughter?”
“I was expecting you several hours ago.”
I straighten, thinning my lips and hoping to all hell the voice on the other side of the line isn’t expecting a reply. It was a five-hour drive through states and counties I’ve never been. What the hell was she expecting?
Slamming my car door, I rev the engine and tear through the gates as soon as they’re just wide enough for me to pass.
As much as I would have liked to knock those majestic gates off-kilter, the last thing I need is Mom’s insurance company billing me for damage to their car.
It’s super hard to stay angry. I mean, I’m trying, but this place is just so fucking beautiful. The air is fresh and piney. A chill promises a cool night.
Lakeview — which I still insist should have been named Swampview — was always so hot and sticky. Even in winter, the nights were hot. We had air conditioning at our lake house, of course, but I’ve always been the outdoors type. I hated being cooped up in my room. Mom used to—
The road curves, and I almost don’t make the unexpected turn. My wheels go off the side of the paved road, digging into soft grass and spitting it out behind me before I can steer back onto solid ground.
“Fuck.”
I slow down the car, and then stop. As I wait for my heartbeat to drop back to normal, I peer out my windows to take in the towering pines and the dark, distant peaks.
They’re prettier on this side. Not as sharp, not as jagged.
Hiding their true form.
It takes me a good few minutes to reach my new home.
I was expecting a mansion, but gran’s place is just a big house. Double story, with a loft or attic on top. Big wrap-around porch. Immaculate lawn. No fences either — the lawn ends several yards away from the house.
Right where the now-black forest begins.
There’s a woman standing by the front door. She looks like those old, rich ladies who wear pearls to breakfast and have a butler whose name is undoubtedly James. But contrasted against a house that needs a new coat of paint and some replacement roof tiles, Grandma Marigold looks out of place.
I stop my car in the drive, get out, and wave at her.
She’s wearing a dress-suit and standing tall and proper, with her lips pursed and red as a raspberry. She shifts her shoulders a bit, purse intensifying the closer I get.
It’s been years since I’ve seen her last. Close to two decades, in fact. That was right about the time Mom and I moved to Lakeview.
She’s not anything like I remember, except if what I have in my head are manufactured memories from a toddler. My gran had rosy cheeks, a chubby body perfect for hugs, and a smile that could light up the room.
Just like my mother.
I force a smile. “Hey, Granny—”
“You shall call me Marigold,” she cuts in. Her eyes rake over me, and don’t I feel every inch of a pile of brittle yellow autumn leaves right now?
“You look just like your mother.” It should have been a compliment — Mom was the epitome of grace and beauty — but in that tone of voice, it becomes an insult.
Eyes the color of flint dismiss me. “And you’re late, just like she always was.”
“Yeah, I do take after her,” I murmur to myself as Marigold pivots on her mules and struts inside.
I glance out at Lavish before following. I’m starting to wish I’d had a flat on the way and had to sleep in my car instead of washing up here.
Not that I have a choice, of course. I still have a few months to go before my eighteenth birthday, which means I’m still a minor.
Someone, apparently, has to take care of me until then.
Somehow, whoever gave Marigold that responsibility, has never met the witch in person.
“Dining room,” Marigold states, flipping a hand in the direction of a glaringly sober teak dining room set sporting silver tableware.