Oh holy mother! These dirty filthy bastards can have all the stars in all the universes.
Nathaniel Radcliffe the Third is known for his wealthy, power and the insane way he and his friends are worshiped. He can skewer a man with just one look, bring down empires with the flick of his hands and ruin lives with one deadly smile.
Now, he’s set his sights on Juliette and won’t stop till he has fully conquered her.
Okay HOLY FUCK what even happened here, my dudes? I was left contemplating every life decision that led me to this god damn book because what the fuck did I do right???
I honestly wasn’t expecting to fall in love with all the four men in mere pages but I did and it happened and now I’m cancelled. I can’t even begin to explain my entire thought process through this book because (a) it’s fucking insane (b) it mostly involves me shouting and running into walls and (c) R. Scarlett is a bloody genius whose works cannot be out into mortal words. THERE I SAID WHAT I SAID!
I’m here ready to abandon my entire life for the other books so like no big deal at all.
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Prelude in the American Gods series.
Young. Wealthy. Elite. Attractive. The gentlemen’s secret society at Yale was filled with them.
And Nathaniel Radcliffe, the bane of my existence, was one of them.
As the right hand of the American Gods, he was conceited and arrogant. A dangerously handsome man in a tailored custom suit and shiny black oxford loafers.
The classroom was our battlefield. We made a sport out of arguing and debating, ready to do anything in order to win over the other.
Deadly opponents, deadlier minds.
I’d sworn I’d never give him the upper hand, until…
The secret I’ve been hiding for the last three years?
He just discovered it… and now he has all the power.