by K. L. Donn
Copyright
bullied
A Possessed Series Novella
Copyright 2016 Krystal Fahl
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Table of contents
Copyright
Blurb
Note from the author
Acknowledgments
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Epilogue
Coming soon
Other books from the Author
About the Author
Stalk the Author
bullied blurb
verb - bully:
use superior strength or influence to intimidate
Have you ever:
Wondered the thoughts of the bullied?
Wondered what happened when they left?
Cecilia Marks was bullied.
Bullied her entire life because of an accident she had no control over, Cecilia began college hoping for a fresh start. To her dismay, she’s been faced with the same bullies only with crueler taunts and words that can slice deeper than the sharpest of knives.
A short run-in with a stunning man had her world turning upside down in ways she never expected.
Did you know:
He was her white knight?
He was relentless?
Landon Powers was possessed.
Walking back into college ten years after he left, Landon hadn’t expected to fall for the gorgeous brunette he ran into. But there she was, soft-spoken, unassuming, and the strongest woman he’d ever met. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Including making it known, she wasn’t to be bullied.
Note from the author
Bullying is a very under-rated problem across the world. This book was written with my my daughter in mind. Like many others, she is bullied. Like many parents, I am sometimes helpless, and my countries laws are very restricted in what they can do. Writing bullied helped me vent some of my frustrations about it. I needed to get my feelings out in the best way I knew how.
Stand up for yourself!
Stand up for others!
Don’t be afraid to speak out and ask for help, tell someone, and if you’re scared please check out PACER’s National Convention Center. There are tons of resources on there and remember you are NOT alone!
http://www.pacer.org/bullying/
Acknowledgments
I’m gonna make this short and sweet because there’s no way to thank everyone!
My family; husband, kids, mom and grama, love you all to the moon and infinity and beyond! (Totally just watched Toy Story)
My totally awesome and fantastic PA Kaci Stewart, thank you for embracing Landon & Cecilia before you even met them, for loving them when you did, and for being your badass self!
Elizabeth Wright, the tag line queen! Thank you!
My beta’s your notes were perfect!
My wickedly awesome and cool street team, every one of you is amazing!
Dessure Hutchins, for every-fucking-thing!
Just everyone! Fans, friends, bloggers, other authors! Thank you for the amazing support and encouragement with everything!!!
My editor KA Matthews, love your magic!
My cover designer Kari March, seriously woman you have like the midas touch on covers or something!
My formatter, Jaye Cox, thank you for embracing me and my craziness!
Dedication
For my daughter Savannah, you were the inspiration behind these words, the strength behind this story. There is nothing you can’t do baby, so keep doing you! Love you banana butt!
Freak. Trash. Loser.
All names Cecilia Marks was familiar with. Names she’d had since she started school. Apparently, not everyone got the memo about leaving them behind in high school, though. Because here she was in her freshman year at the state college, and her classmates from Kindergarten up till graduation and everything in between were still calling her that.
She could admit she was a nerd. Had the classic nerdy look going on, but that wasn’t why they called her those names. No, they did it because she had scars. She’d grown used to them by the time she started school, but that hadn’t stopped people from pointing them out, making fun, and being general assholes only the way a child knows how to be.
When she was three, she had been in an accident with her parents that had thrown her out a window. It was a miracle she survived. But the glass had torn her body apart. Disfigured her in ways she couldn’t imagine.
Now, at nineteen years old, she still carried the shame. Not her shame, though. No, it was everyone else’s. As she walked the halls to her first class on her first day as a freshman, the whispers and stares followed her. Self-conscious, she pulled the sleeves of her sweater to her fingers and hid her face with her long, mousy brown hair.
Because of this, she wasn’t paying attention and bumped into a brick wall. A very hard, very moving brick wall. The deep masculine chuckle was her first clue that it was, in fact, not a brick wall. The hands gripping her shoulders were her second.
Startling green eyes searching hers out were her final clue. A piercing gaze attached to the most handsome face she’d ever seen. Hard chiseled jaw. Crooked – must have been broken more than once – nose. Full, plump, red lips dying to be kissed. His crooked smile showed amusement. His stare at the scar on her cheek left her cold.
Landon Powers watched the dark-haired goddess draw into herself as she walked down the hall filled with students being typical assholes and professors being grade-A dicks by ignoring the obvious pain she was in and doing nothing. He was fascinated with the way she tried to let it all roll off her back. He saw in her eyes how much it hurt, though, before she lowered her head and used her hair as a curtain to shield her pain.
He felt a need to meet her, so he intentionally got in her way so she would bump into him. As they collided, his body awoke in ways he’d never experienced before. She was soft where he was hard. Her curves molded to him. Her breasts planted against his chest felt delectable. He was ready to throw her to the ground and have his wicked way with her.
When she didn’t look up at him after he’d held her longer than accepta
ble, he knelt down slightly to meet her eyes. Eyes so deep and pain-filled he wanted to toss her over his shoulder caveman style and take her home.
He smirked when she seemed to study his own features. Her gaze travelling up his body felt like a caress. When she finally met his eyes, he tried to hide his shock at seeing the scar on her cheek. By how faded it was, he could tell it was old, but it had to have been one hell of a cut to still be so noticeable.
“Hi,” he murmured, drawing her attention back to his lips. Wanting to play with her, he slowly licked across them. Her indrawn breath was all he needed to know that she was attracted too. “Are you alright…?” He let the question hang, hoping she’d tell him her name.
Clearing her throat, he watched enthralled as she stuck the tip of her tongue out between her pink lips copying his movement. It was his turn to nearly groan out loud waiting for her answer.
“Cecilia,” she whispered.
Perfect, he thought. “Cecilia,” he murmured, needing to hear it come from his lips. Oh yeah, he could see moaning that name out in pleasure for the foreseeable future. “A lovely name for an even lovelier woman,” he told her. The immediate blush that stained her cheeks was adorable.
He could picture that blush creeping up her body as he devoured her juicy pussy for hours. So lost in thought, he must have missed what she said because she started to walk away.
Shaking his head, he quickly turned to follow, placing his hand on her lower back. Just enough so she would feel him on her plump ass with every step. “I’m Landon Powers,” he introduced himself.
She froze mid-step. Turning to look at him, she paled even more than the first time he saw her. “Landon Powers?” Her question baffled him. It’s what he’d said.
“Yes.”
“As in the older brother to Ashley Powers?” The disgust in her voice confused him.
He hesitated in his answer because she obviously had an issue with his baby sister. “Yes, she’s my younger sister.”
Without an answer, she left. That was it, nothing more. She just walked away. As he was about to follow her and find out what the problem was because he couldn’t just walk away – he felt a hand grip his forearm tightly, looking down to the offending appendage he saw delicately painted nails. Following the arm to its owner, he scowled upon seeing his sister. The apparent reason Cecilia wanted nothing to do with him.
“What?” he snapped, irritated with her. She was a spoiled brat who more often than not got her way with their parents. They weren’t very close because of their age difference— her being twenty and him being thirty-one. Never having reason to spend much time together.
“Geez, what crawled up your ass and died?” She mocked him, but her eyes were trained on the beauty who’d just run from him.
“What do you want, Ash?”
“Well, I assume you’re here to give me my new credit card from Daddy and not to see that piece of trash,” she sneered, nodding towards his newest acquisition.
Reaching into his inner jacket pocket, he grabbed the card handing it to her with a parting shot before following his girl. “I control this one Ash; you have a limit. Be wise in your spending habits. You just might run out.”
With her mouth flapping open and closed, he left in search of his goddess. He and Ashley had a very strained relationship because of her greed and recklessness. That’s not to say she was totally to blame; he never took the time to spend with her when they were younger, mostly because she annoyed him. He hoped one day she’d grow up and they could have at least something more than bickering.
Seeing dark hair flowing behind a tight pair of jeans attached to curvy hips, he sped up to a slow jog. Reaching her, he lightly ran his fingers through her hair, whispering in her ear, “I found you my goddess.”
Shocked brown eyes whipped around to face him. She obviously didn’t think he’d come looking for her once she ran. “Wh – what do you want?” she stuttered.
A huge smile broke out across his face as he moved in closer to her. Wrapping one arm around her fleshy hips, he pulled her as close to him as he could get while weaving his other hand in her hair, he gave a light tug so her neck was straining to have her look up at him. With her mouth opened slightly, he could see her pulse drumming in her throat practically screaming for him to take her home.
“You, Cecilia. I want you.” He breathed against her soft lips. When she grazed her tongue against his lips to moisten her own, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Firmly taking her lips in a kiss unlike any other he’d felt before, he devoured her soft moans. Her hands on his chest, flexing and gripping like she wasn’t sure whether to push him away or pull him closer inflamed him.
Nipping her lips, he forced his way into her mouth with his tongue tangling with hers, making sure to show her who was going to own her real soon. When she started rubbing herself against him, he slowed the kiss down not wanting to take her in the middle of her school for everyone to see.
“I’ll pick you up after class,” he whispered in her ear sucking gently to get her attention.
“I… Can’t,” she panted out of breath.
“You will,” he demanded with a deep growl in his voice. Making sure she knew there was no room for argument.
A cough behind them had Landon pulling back to let her breathe a little. The whispered, “Slut,” had him seeing red. Whipping around, he found the culprit smirking and laughing with his friends.
Walking up to them, he grabbed the petty dick head and slammed him against the wall. “What the fuck did you just say?” he snarled menacingly.
He had to be an over-inflated jock head who thought he was hot shit or he wouldn’t have said what he did next. “What, it’s true. Frigid bitch wouldn’t fucking put out in high school, all of the sudden she’s fucking men left, right, and center now. She’s a whore.” His buddies laughed.
Landon’s fist shot out and into the jock head’s gut faster than any of them could blink. “Try a-fucking-gain dick wad,” he threatened.
“Stupid fucking freak. She got golden pussy or something? She swallow when you blow? Should stick my dick down her throat, show her a real man.” School-girl giggling from his buddies again.
“Are you fucking stupid?” He was ready to break this fucker’s neck. Leaning in closer, he asked him, “You know who I am?”
“Who fucking cares,” he snapped back.
Another fist to the gut, just touching the kidney. Yeah, fucker’ll feel that in the morning.
“I’m Landon motherfucking Powers boy. If I wanted to, I could own your stupid jock ass.” Realization dawned on the pathetic dick. “Yeah, you seeing your mistake now?”
“Shit,” jock head spit out. “I didn’t know man.”
“Who the fuck cares!” he roared, “Since when does that give you permission to speak to a fucking woman that way? Are you really that stupid? All of you?” He directed his last question to his friends.
Watching Landon lose his shit because a couple stupid jocks called her a slut for basically humping his leg was frightening but also hot as hell. The anger that clouded his vision quicker than his lust for her was a major turn on. And that scared the hell out of Cecilia.
Her body never had that kind of reaction to a man before— Not like she had a ton of experience. But she’d never melted from a look either, and when he’d called her my goddess she had. Panty melting, pussy dripping, a puddle of lust in the middle of the floor kind of melted.
He’d possessed her in that moment.
Until he hit the jock.
No matter how well-deserved it was, she couldn’t get on board with violence of any kind. She spent too many years being the punching bag for bullies. She couldn’t handle watching someone else become one because of her. She wasn’t wired that way, so she ran before things escalated further. She knew who he was, so she knew he wouldn’t get into trouble. He owned half the damn town, and then some, so she knew he’d walk away without a problem.
Bursting through the doors of the economics building, she quickly started the two-minute walk to the bus stop in hopes it would come before Landon realized she was gone. Thankfully, he didn’t know her last name so he wouldn’t be able to find her. It wasn’t like anyone there knew her first let alone last, so it was unlikely they would give it up to him.
Luck was on her side; the bus was just pulling up as she got there. Boarding it quickly, she thought of the irony of her running from a man because he was attracted to her. It was usually because they were bullying her. Sitting down in the back corner of the bus, she turned to look back the way she’d come and saw Landon as he was searching frantically for her.
A pang of sadness hit her chest. Maybe he really was interested in her. But how could she have anything to do with him when he was the older brother of her worst tormentor since sixth grade? Surely he wouldn’t want anything to do with her when his sister told him all about her. Her running was for the best. She didn’t need the heartache he would eventually cause.
“I can’t fucking believe she ran,” Landon grumbled to himself, pissed off for more reasons than he cared to examine right then. He had a meeting to get to before he was much later. He’d find his goddess when he was done.
Climbing in the front seat of his Audi RS 7, she purred to life as he keyed the ignition. Speeding out of the parking lot, he put Cecilia to the back of his mind as he thought over the notes he was going to have to present to his board of trustees for the new rec center he wanted to open downtown.
Building codes, electrical and plumbing upkeep. He had a building in mind. It was an old warehouse that needed a lot of work, but the space was huge and would be perfect to fit a gym, game rooms, locker rooms, and rec room for the kids. He had high hopes of making it a success.
Traffic to his office in the Powers Enterprise Complex, in the downtown core, was light so luckily, he was just on time to his meeting. Walking in the building he’d built from the ground up was satisfying. He’d gone to Berkley’s business school graduating with top honors and a business degree that left him wide open to possibilities. He’d worked his way through college doing construction, so he started by building Powers Construction, which quickly turned into Powers Accounting, and a year ago, his Mom had opened Powers Interior Design.
