Thorns Duet Series by Rina Kent – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read

Thorns Duet Series by Rina Kent – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:28 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Thorns Duet Series by Rina Kent – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Yellow Thorns (Thorns Duet #0.5) Read Online Rina Kent http://www.books2020.com/yellow-thorns-thorns-duet-0-5-read-online-rina-kent Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/yellow-thorns-thorns-duet-0-5-read-online-rina-kent Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Sports Authors: Rina Kent Series: Thorns Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)

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Blurred. Wrong. Taboo.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. Not the first look.
Not the first kiss.
And definitely not the first run.
But it did.
She ran for it.
And now, my beast will come out to play.

Yellow Thorns is a prequel of the Thorns Duet and is not standalone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Prologue

Akira

Dear Naomi,

I’m your new friend.

Or at least, I hope to be.

Teachers in school told me it’s a good idea to have a pen pal to help improve my English. So I thought, why not learn from someone who’s living in the States, huh?

You must be wondering, why you? Good question.

I observed you once. Don’t ask me where, because I want to keep that a secret.

But back then, I noticed two things about you.

One, you have a beautiful smile that reminds me of peach blossoms and falling snow. Don’t make me choose between the two, because I dig both. So imagine my surprise when I found both of those traits in something as simple as your smile.

Two, you’re so real that if anyone attempted to get inside you, they’d probably drown from how deep you are.

I volunteer to take a tour, though. If you’ll let me.

Did that come off too strong? Forgive me. I tend to do that with people I’m eager to learn about. And there aren’t a lot, for your information.

You must be wondering, how the hell does this freak know my address? Which is another good question, but I’d rather not answer that right now.

Not because I’m a stalker, though you probably think I am at this point, but because I’m not even sure you’ll see this, let alone reply.

Before I move on to the boring chore of introducing myself, let me tell you what compelled me to write this letter.

And yes, I know I mentioned the teachers, but we both know that’s an excuse to get your attention, a lame one at that.

My real reason is: I want to get to know you.

The girl behind the rare smiles and the ‘fuck the world’ attitude. The girl who wears her black hair short and her lips pink. The girl whose headphones seem to be her only friend (what do you listen to, by the way?).

That might give me a few points on the creep meter, but I wanted to be honest with you. No secrets and no lies.

I promise I’m not a dick—not for long, anyway. And I’m not some sort of an otaku as you’re probably thinking right now. If you don’t know, otaku is a geek in English, or so I was told.

Now that all of that is out of the way, allow me to do the introductions.

*clears throat*

I’m Akira and I was born in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact.

In Kanji, Akira is written with the characters for ‘sun’ and ‘moon,’ so I’m sort of like the whole package, having both sunlight and moonlight. Am I a catch or what?

I’m a senior in high school, so we’re similar in age and you don’t have to worry about old geezers. Unless that’s your thing. I’m not judging.

So now, the million-dollar question: Can you be my friend, Naomi?

Awkward silence.

More awkward silence.

Did that sound pathetic? Desperate?

Probably. At any rate, interpret it in your own way and let me know your reply.

If you don’t want to, simply don’t send back anything. I’ll move on after a week or so.

But if you do reply, I’ll probably do a year’s worth of victory dances.

Just don’t get any ideas about what this is. I can only be your friend, Naomi.

If you go and fall in love with me, I’ll have no choice but to disappear.

And that’s just sad.

And unnecessary.

Impatiently waiting,

Akira

1

Naomi

Everyone harbors a secret.

Some are mundane; others are downright twisted.

Apparently, my whole existence falls under the latter, because my mom is keeping it hidden like it’s some sort of national intelligence.

Or maybe it’s international, considering where she came from.

I kick the pebbles in my way as I unhurriedly make my way to cheer practice.

Blackwood College is one gigantic building with an ancient feel to it. A few towers stand proudly at every corner as if they’re the watchdogs of this place—or that’s what I’ve thought ever since I enrolled here.

Once again, courtesy of my dear mama, who hasn’t only made sure I study in rich people’s private universities, but also that I play the part by cheering and being in the popular crowd.

Who even likes cheering in college? Certainly not me. I’d rather live my twenty-one-year-old life listening to hard rock and having as little contact with humans as physically possible, thank you very much.

I’m not an antisocial who thinks stepping over people is okay. I’m merely an asocial who likes to leave them alone in hopes they’ll do the same in return.

No luck thus far.

I stare up at the building whose walls I’m privileged to be within. A building that’s as ancient as this town, located on the outskirts of New York City. Old, corrupted money constructed what others consider a place of elite education.

Well, maybe it is. Or maybe I’d appreciate it better if I didn’t have to wear tight, tiny clothes that reveal my belly and strain against my sports bra that I wear in a fruitless attempt to flatten my huge breasts. ‘Huge’ per the cheer captain’s words.

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Advertisement Red Thorns (Thorns Duet #1) Read Online Rina Kent http://www.books2020.com/red-thorns-thorns-duet-1-read-online-rina-kent Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:27 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/red-thorns-thorns-duet-1-read-online-rina-kent Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Sports Authors: Rina Kent Series: Thorns Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)

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A bet turned into a disaster.

Sebastian Weaver is the star quarterback and the college’s heartthrob.
Rich. Handsome. Bastard.
Everyone’s attention flocked toward him and all the girls dreamed to be with him.
Not me.
At least, not until he made a move on me.
See, I thought I was stronger than Sebastian’s charms.
I thought I could survive being his target.
I thought wrong.
Little did I know that he will make my most twisted fantasies come true.
Fantasies I didn’t know existed...

Red Thorns is a dark new adult book that contains dubious situations some readers might find offensive and/or triggering.

This book is part of a duet and is not standalone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Playlist

Infra-Red – Three Days Grace

Oh My My – Blue October

Paralyzed – LANDMVRKS

Can You Feel My Heart – Bring Me The Horizon

In the Dark – Bring Me The Horizon

I Don’t Know What to Say – Bring Me The Horizon

Another Life – Motionless in White

Blank Space – I Prevail

Learning to Survive – We Came As Romans

Breathe Into Me – Red

Is it Just Me? – Sasha Sloan & Charlie Puth

Auslander – Rammstein

Tattoo – Rammstein

Sehnsucht – Rammstein

Heartless – The Weekend

Prologue

Akira

Dear Naomi,

I’m your new friend.

Or at least, I hope to be.

Teachers in school told me it’s a good idea to have a pen pal to help improve my English. So I thought, why not learn from someone who’s living in the States, huh?

You must be wondering, why you? Good question.

I observed you once. Don’t ask me where, because I want to keep that a secret.

But back then, I noticed two things about you.

One, you have a beautiful smile that reminds me of peach blossoms and falling snow. Don’t make me choose between the two, because I dig both. So imagine my surprise when I found both of those traits in something as simple as your smile.

Two, you’re so real that if anyone attempted to get inside you, they’d probably drown from how deep you are.

I volunteer to take a tour, though. If you’ll let me.

Did that come off too strong? Forgive me. I tend to do that with people I’m eager to learn about. And there aren’t a lot, for your information.

You must be wondering, how the hell does this freak know my address? Which is another good question, but I’d rather not answer that right now.

Not because I’m a stalker, though you probably think I am at this point, but because I’m not even sure you’ll see this, let alone reply.

Before I move on to the boring chore of introducing myself, let me tell you what compelled me to write this letter.

And yes, I know I mentioned the teachers, but we both know that’s an excuse to get your attention, a lame one at that.

My real reason is: I want to get to know you.

The girl behind the rare smiles and the ‘fuck the world’ attitude. The girl who wears her black hair short and her lips pink. The girl whose headphones seem to be her only friend (what do you listen to, by the way?).

That might give me a few points on the creep meter, but I wanted to be honest with you. No secrets and no lies.

I promise I’m not a dick—not for long, anyway. And I’m not some sort of an otaku as you’re probably thinking right now. If you don’t know, otaku is a geek in English, or so I was told.

Now that all of that is out of the way, allow me to do the introductions.

*clears throat*

I’m Akira and I was born in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact.

In Kanji, Akira is written with the characters for ‘sun’ and ‘moon,’ so I’m sort of like the whole package, having both sunlight and moonlight. Am I a catch or what?

I’m a senior in high school, so we’re similar in age and you don’t have to worry about old geezers. Unless that’s your thing. I’m not judging.

So now, the million-dollar question: Can you be my friend, Naomi?

Awkward silence.

More awkward silence.

Did that sound pathetic? Desperate?

Probably. At any rate, interpret it in your own way and let me know your reply.

If you don’t want to, simply don’t send back anything. I’ll move on after a week or so.

But if you do reply, I’ll probably do a year’s worth of victory dances.

Just don’t get any ideas about what this is. I can only be your friend, Naomi.

If you go and fall in love with me, I’ll have no choice but to disappear.

And that’s just sad.

And unnecessary.

Impatiently waiting,

Akira

Naomi

Three years later

Everyone harbors a secret.

Some are mundane; others are downright twisted.

Apparently, my whole existence falls under the latter, because my mom is keeping it hidden like it’s some sort of national intelligence.

Or maybe it’s international, considering where she came from.

I kick the pebbles in my way as I unhurriedly make my way to cheer practice.

Blackwood College is one gigantic building with an ancient feel to it. A few towers stand proudly at every corner as if they’re the watchdogs of this place—or that’s what I’ve thought ever since I enrolled here.

Once again, courtesy of my dear mama, who hasn’t only made sure I study in rich people’s private universities, but also that I play the part by cheering and being in the popular crowd.

Who even likes cheering in college? Certainly not me. I’d rather live my twenty-one-year-old life listening to hard rock and having as little contact with humans as physically possible, thank you very much.

I’m not an antisocial who thinks stepping over people is okay. I’m merely an asocial who likes to leave them alone in hopes they’ll do the same in return.

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Advertisement Black Thorns (Thorns Duet #2) Read Online Rina Kent http://www.books2020.com/black-thorns-thorns-duet-2-read-online-rina-kent Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:24 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/black-thorns-thorns-duet-2-read-online-rina-kent Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Sports Authors: Rina Kent Series: Thorns Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)

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A lie turned into a nightmare.

She broke my heart.
Broke me.
Broke us.
Only one thing could mend the gaping wound she left behind.
Her.
Naomi.
All mine for the taking.
All mine for owning.
All mine.

Black Thorns is a dark romance book that contains dubious situations some readers might find offensive and/or triggering.

This book is part of a duet and is not standalone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Prologue - Sebastian

Age six

The weak are meat. The strong eat.

Mom bought a painting with that proverb inked in bold Kanji characters.

I don’t think she really understands what those words mean. She probably thought it was pretty and fit our house’s decor and decided to buy it.

Mommy is that way. She likes things super-fast, then hates them just as fast. And she’s not very good at Japanese, but Daddy doesn’t like me to say that in front of her.

He’s a superhero, my daddy, and superheroes don’t like to make other people feel bad.

But like all superheroes, he’s busy all the time. Mommy and Daddy work hard so I can eat and study with my friends.

Although I don’t really have friends. They call me ‘Blondie’ in a weird English accent because I have light hair and green eyes like a ‘freak.’

I asked Daddy why I don’t have Asian eyes and black hair like everyone else, and he told me it’s because I’m American, not Japanese. But I was born in Tokyo and that still doesn’t make me Asian?

That’s stupid. I should look like them so no one will make fun of me.

Or ignore me.

Mommy says that when they have money, they’ll transfer me to an international school where there are foreigners like me. But I just want to have fun with everyone in my class.

They look at me funny when Mommy arrives to pick me up in the middle of the day.

I usually go home last. Today, I’m leaving early.

My pretty teacher, Satomi Sensei, takes my small hand in hers. She has short hair and a soft smile like the angels from my bedtime stories.

Sensei guides me to the door and everyone murmurs about the ‘Blondie’ who’s ditching.

I’m not ditching.

“Everyone stay quiet, now.” Sensei stares over her shoulder at them and speaks in Japanese. “Sebastian-kun is meeting his mother. Okay?”

“Okay!” they echo.

“Don’t worry about them.” She smiles at me.

“Okay,” I murmur in Japanese and stare at my feet.

Because I speak both English and Japanese, sometimes it takes longer to figure out what I should be saying, so I just stay silent.

Sensei guides me through the door of the classroom, where my mom is pacing the hallway.

“Is everything all right, Mrs. Weaver?” Sensei asks her.

Mommy stops pacing and smiles. “Everything is great. We just miss Sebastian so much and want to have lunch together.”

Her golden blonde hair falls down her back and always gets everyone’s attention whenever we’re in public. That and her name, Julia.

She pulls me from Sensei’s side and wraps her clammy hand around mine.

I don’t get to wave as we hurry down the corridor. Her heels make so much noise in the empty hallway of the school. She bows in greeting at the principal and one of the teachers and I do so as well.

As soon as we’re out of view, her smile drops and her lower lip trembles. She looks like the characters in anime before they cry. Like Gon from Hunter X Hunter when he couldn’t find his father.

“I still have class, Mommy,” I say in English.

She doesn’t like me to talk in Japanese at home, even though Daddy is fine with it.

“Not today, sweetie.” She ruffles my hair, but it’s stiff and hurts.

“But Sensei doesn’t like us to be absent.”

“She’ll forgive you this time.” She ushers me to the back seat of our car.

My eyes light up when I see who’s in the driver’s seat. “Daddy!”

“Hey, champ.” He turns around and grins at me.

My daddy, Nicholas Weaver, is my best friend. When I told him that I don’t have friends at school, he said he’d be my temporary best buddy until I find others. But he’ll always hold the number one spot.

He reaches a fist in my direction and I throw my yellow bag to the side so I can bump it, giggling as Mom fusses with my seatbelt.

It’s then I notice that there’s something beside me.

A painting.

The painting with the bold Kanji letters on it that should be in our living room.

I tilt my head to the side and read it again, out loud, in Japanese, “The…weak…a-are…meat. The s-strong…eat.”

“Good boy!” Daddy exclaims from the front seat. “Your Kanji is getting better, Bastian.”

“I’m second in my class!”

“That’s my boy.” He grins, but it’s strained, just like how Mommy patted my head earlier.

After making sure I’m strapped securely in my seat, she gets in the front and Daddy drives away from my school.

“Why is the painting here?” I frown.

“It’s a family legacy, Bastian.” Mom watches the side-view mirror, seeming distracted. “It needed to come with us.”

“But it shouldn’t be in the car.”

“It’ll be where we want it. Okay, sweetie?”

“Okay. Where are we going?”

“Somewhere new.” Dad smiles at me through the rearview mirror.

“But I don’t want somewhere new. I want to be with Sensei.”

“Stop being a brat, Sebastian!” Mom snaps in an impatient tone.

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