They call me Kitten. I’m their plaything, and I love it. I thrive on it. I need it. Why? It’s like an itch I can’t quite scratch. A craving that doesn’t take away the hunger. A …
He’s a hockey star with no strings attached and a life any other college student would be jealous of… but when he meets a girl with big green eyes and tears on her face, he’s a goner.
I know her as the unconscious girl I found bleeding out on the locker room floor. I got her help. I saved her life. You’d think she’d be grateful. She isn’t. The next time I see her, she makes it clear sh…
