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Complicated Us Trilogy Series by Lylah James – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 13 Apr 2024 11:41:43 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.1 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Complicated Us Trilogy Series by Lylah James – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 It’s Always Been You (Complicated Us Trilogy #2) Read Online Lylah James http://www.books2020.com/its-always-been-you-complicated-us-trilogy-2-read-online-lylah-james Sat, 13 Apr 2024 11:41:43 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/its-always-been-you-complicated-us-trilogy-2-read-online-lylah-james Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Young Adult Authors: Lylah James Series: Complicated Us Trilogy Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)

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Grayson Hale was my first love but he broke my heart when he left me so coldly. I spent two years without any answers and closure.
In those two years, my nemesis — Colton Bennett picked up the broken pieces of my heart.
Colton is everything that I should have stayed away from. But he’s exactly what my heart needs; what my soul craves.
My affections for him are reckless.
But his love for me is what healed my broken heart.
Making myself vulnerable again for another man scares me, but what happens when Colton is not willing to wait for me anymore?
“It’s time for me to collect my debt, Sunshine.”

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PROLOGUE

Riley

My eyes flutter open, and I’m staring at the most beautiful sky. It’s so bright, so blue. The warm breeze caresses my skin and a ghost of a smile whispers across my lips.

I stay like this, lying in the grass.

There’s something peaceful about this place. I can smell the flowers; I can hear the birds chirping and the distant sound of rushing water.

Warmth spreads through my body, but then I come to a slow realization.

What am I doing here?

What is this place?

Why am I here?

I slowly sit up. Is this a dream?

This doesn’t make sense.

I remember going to bed early last night. I had been so tired, my mind weary and my body feeling sluggish. The moment my head hit the pillow, I fell deeply asleep.

And now I’m here?

I rise to my feet and I spin around in circles, taking in everything around me. My lungs squeeze when I finally notice where I’m standing.

In a meadow of yellow lilies.

I’m surrounded by the most beautiful yellow lilies I’ve ever seen.

“Riley.” His familiar, deep baritone voice calls out to me.

My breathing stutters.

My heart ricochets against my ribs.

I hastily spin around and I see him — Colton Bennett.

Standing just a few feet away, in the middle of the meadow. He stretches his arm out, waiting for me to take his hand.

I take a step toward him. He grins…and oh God, he’s devastatingly beautiful.

“Come to me,” Colton rasps.

My feet move on their own toward him. Until I am standing in front of him, so close I can smell his unique musky scent and his rich cologne.

This is a dream. I know it is, but it feels so real.

As if we’re really standing here, just the two of us — away from the chaos of the world and our complicated story.

Colton takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers together. His other arm curls around my waist, pulling me closer. His body is warm and solid: hard and strong in all the right places.

Something catches my peripheral vision, and my eyes flicker to the single monarch butterfly. Its striking orange color is the prettiest I’ve seen. It gleams under the sunlight.

My palm rests against Colton’s chest, and I can feel his heart thudding. Steady and calm.

His heartbeat soothes me.

And I still can’t take my eyes off the butterfly.

Its wings flutter against the stroke of the wind before it settles on Colton’s shoulder.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks quietly.

“About how right this feels,” I breathe, my gaze roving over his face. Memorizing every inch of it. It’s his eyes, I decide.

It’s the look in his eyes that has me so captivated.

His grin widens. “I’ve been waiting here for a very long time. It’s been a little lonely until now.”

“Waiting for what?”

His head lowers, bringing our faces closer. “For you to come to me,” Colton rasps against my lips.

“Riley.”

Colton’s arm tightens around me.

“Riley.”

I hear my name again, but it’s not Colton saying it.

Confused, I look around the vast meadow of yellow lilies. Searching for that second voice. It’s familiar…I know who’s calling out to me.

A sharp pain pierces through my sternum.

Colton pulls back.

His face twitches with a flinch, and there’s a flash of pain in his eyes.

“Wait,” I tell him.

But he’s already slipping out of my arms…already walking away…

Fading right in front of my eyes.

Until he’s gone, and I am left with just the comforting scent of him and the ghost of his touch.

CHAPTER ONE

Grayson

My head hurts. What the fuck happened?

When I open my eyes, my vision is blurred. The place is dark; I can’t see much, but it smells dirty and musky. Like days-old rotting garbage. The scent is almost putrid and I fight a gag.

Blinking a few more times, I try to clear my vision. And I finally make out the shadows around me. It looks like an abandoned construction site. Oh shit.

I remember waiting for Riley at the park. And then she came to me. She was finally giving me a chance to explain myself, to tell her the truth behind our breakup. Riley had been ready to hear me out and maybe, just maybe…give me another chance.

I don’t deserve it, especially after breaking her heart the way I did — but fuck, I want another chance with her.

The pain in the back of my head is insistent. Someone struck me from behind, I remember now. A baseball bat. I didn’t see my attacker’s face but I had heard a familiar, callous voice that I would recognize anywhere. That sadistic voice follows me around in my fucking nightmares.

Goddamn it.

My father had been watching me, lingering in the shadows. Waiting for me to make a mistake. He was waiting for a weakness. And Harrison Avery found it. Her.

I blink, forcing myself to breathe. “Riley?” I call out, straining my neck to look around. My hands are tied behind my back, the thick ropes tight around my wrists.

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Advertisement The Beginning Of Us (Complicated Us Trilogy #1) Read Online Lylah James http://www.books2020.com/the-beginning-of-us-complicated-us-trilogy-1-read-online-lylah-james Wed, 26 Oct 2022 19:49:57 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-beginning-of-us-complicated-us-trilogy-1-read-online-lylah-james Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark Authors: Lylah James Series: Complicated Us Trilogy Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)

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There’s something special about first love. It feels right; it looks right. It’s perfect in every way, until it isn’t.

Grayson Hale — the hot nerd, my first love. He was an enigma. Both mysteriously complicated and beautifully broken. The vacant look in his eyes reminded me of my own, almost as if our misery called to one another.

Colton Bennett — the sarcastic playboy, my second chance. He was a perfect facade. Rich, devastatingly beautiful…and everything that I should have stayed away from. His obsession led to my carefully laid plans crumbling at my feet.

And me? I was the fallen princess. I had given up on finding my soulmate a long time ago, but now they are both in my life. I’m torn between my truth and my lies — but I have to make a choice.

The thing about loving two men is that you know it will always end...

Grayson was my tragedy.
Colton was my heartbreak.

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PROLOGUE

Riley

The skies are empty, without any stars. And here I am, standing on a hill of misery of my own making.

The night is cold and it reminds me of how heartbreak feels. Because you see, the thing about love and heartbreak is that they are beyond similar, yet also dissimilar. They both collide into your life, so unexpectedly, it leaves you breathless. For two very different reasons.

Breathless in love.

Breathless in agony.

It’s weird when I think about it now.

I fell in love when I was too young to understand what it really meant. The feeling that made me all giddy and fuzzy inside, had my stomach in permanent knots — but it was an exquisite feeling.

And then I was met with heartbreak: ugly and bitter.

It was unexpected, just like when he came into my life.

But the thing about young love and first love is that you never truly forget it. He burrowed himself into my bones, into the marrow of me — even when I tried so hard to erase every part of him from my life. He was there, unwavering. Under my skin, huddled in a deep, dark corner of my heart.

The second time I fell in love, it was just as unforeseen. He was everything that I knew was bad for me; yet, he was there. Like a shadow following me, like the starry sky holding the clouds away. He sheltered my soul from the storm of grief that threatened to consume my miserable life.

All epic love stories have two things in common: havoc and anguish. They all need a catalyst of some sort.

That catastrophic moment for me was when my first love and my second chance collided. Now, the three of us are entangled in a web of broken promises, unspoken vows and devastating oaths.

The thing about loving two men is that it will always end in… heartbreak and tragedy. Maybe for all of us.

CHAPTER ONE

Riley — 16 years old (Sophomore year)

The moment Jasper rolls over, I practically jump off the bed and blindly grab for my jeans. This isn’t what I was expecting, or thought it would be like.

Every girl dreams for their first sexual experience to be romantic and special, right? Okay, fine. It doesn’t have to be romantic or special. Those things are reserved for books and movies, apparently. But at least the sex is supposed to make you feel good.

This was just…disappointing and painful.

“So, happy birthday?” Jasper says, his words laced with amusement. “Give me another minute, and I’ll be ready for another round.”

Another round? What? It feels like my whole downstairs area is on fire, and he wants to go again?

“I’m a little sore,” I respond begrudgingly.

He turns on his side, regarding me with a lewd smile. “Yeah? Well, the first time is supposed to hurt anyway.”

It’s only supposed to hurt this much if I’m not fully prepared, which means that Jasper didn’t even bother making sure that I was ready for him. Sure, this was my first time, but I’m not completely uneducated on the matter.

I read romance books; I watch porn — so I knew what to expect.

My thighs rub together, and I wince at the painful twinge that comes with the friction. I so did not imagine my birthday sex would end up like this. Once I’m dressed, I grab my wallet and phone. “Do you mind driving me home?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Home? I thought we were spending the day together.”

Jasper convinced me to skip school today. It’s my first time missing class since the academic year started. But he coerced until I relented. It’s your birthday. I planned something special for you.

His something special was this — bringing me to his parents’ cabin and birthday sex. Takin my virginity was his birthday present to me.

It’s not like I was expecting roses or a cake; Jasper is not that type of romantic guy. But this has been underwhelming, to say the least. I missed my classes for shitty birthday sex.

“Yeah, and the day is ending. I have to be home soon.” I exhale slowly, feeling another dull throb in the back of my head. This tells me that I need to get someplace quiet and dark, to ride out the dreadful storm in my brain. The pain would soon ebb into a lonely haze. Because my headache comes and goes. “You know the rules.”

“Jesus, you’re sixteen now. Your curfew is still 7 p.m.?”

Of course I still have curfew. I probably will for the rest of my life.

Parenthood is the ultimate power trip for Thomas and Nora Johnson. They dictate every aspect of my life. What I eat, how I speak, who I talk to, how I dress, when I wake up, where I go, when I sleep. It’s a tight leash they have around my neck, and it’s something that I’ve involuntarily grown accustomed to.

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