When Saints Fall
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"Yuh ever been wid a sinna yet?" He licked his lips, eyes full of lust.
I gulped.
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For Eighteen years, Arenity Gilmore lived by the rules of her strict Catholic household---stay pure, don't drink nor do drugs, don't curse, and above all, never have sex. She never questioned it. She just followed and obeyed.
But everything changes when she enrolls at Moneague College....
Zayne Sinclair. The infamous bad boy of Moneague. Reckless, dangerous, and sinfully irresistible, he's everything Arenity was warned to stay away from. He drinks, he fights, and with just one smirk, he makes her forget every rule she was raised to follow.
She knows he's a mistake waiting to happen.
She knows he'll ruin her.
But some temptations are too strong to resist.
She was warned about the devil. She just never expected him to look this good.
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