The Syndicate Academy

I’ve spent years trying to avoid Elias Morales, King of the syndicate academy. He hated me on first sight, and I learned to hate him. A hatred that never had any cause, but defined us both. Elias may be the most devastatingly handsome boy at the academy, but he’s cruel to the core. Senior year is finally here, and my escape is in sight. I’ll never have to see my tormentor again once I graduate. But, Elias doesn’t intend to let me go that easily. He wants to make sure I’ll never forget him, no matter how hard I try.

Archer Daniels is the biggest flirt at the academy, and he’s determined to have me. Coach Daniels has a history of sleeping with students. Now that I’m in my senior year, he’s determined to add me to the list. I’d rather die than end up another notch in his bedpost. But the man is persistent to a fault. He’s not someone who gives up easily, pushing harder the more I reject him. I fear that Archer will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. A fear that quickly turns to reality as he digs up dirt about me I don’t want people to know.

I chased after a monster, and now I’m not sure I’ll survive his wrath. Gavril Nitkin is renowned for his dark and depraved ways. After years of crushing on the hot, sadistic, and intimidating professor, I finally try to reel him in. Big mistake. The man isn’t human, he’s a beast. And now I’ve got his attention, he won’t leave me alone. He’s mean, tortured, wicked, and possibly insane. There’s a change in the way he looks at me. He looks at me with a simmering inferno burning in those unique hazel eyes.

He’s hiding a dark secret, one that will change my life forever. I shouldn’t be here. Forced to move school partway through my senior year. The Syndicate Academy is the embodiment of everything I hate. An academy for heirs of tyrants like my parents. I hate it here, except for one part, Principal Oakley Byrne. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, with piercing aquamarine eyes. He’s dark, brooding, and not your average Principal. I’m drawn to him by a magnetic force, but I repel him. Despite his cold treatment, I can’t help but tempt the beast to come out to play. An action I’ll soon regret.