Wicked Rogue (Beautiful Sinners #5) Read Online Dawn Lockhart

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Beautiful Sinners Series by Dawn Lockhart

Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)

I wasn’t supposed to love him.
In fact, I spent years hating the son of my family’s employers.
The wicked boy with the curls and the malachite eyes…
But then, a tragedy tied us together, and he became my life raft in the storm.
He put a spark in me…
Then he snuffed it out again in one cruel moment.
Now he’s back after years of haunting me.
He’s no longer the boy who made my stomach twist in knots.
He’s a man that awakens something in me.
But I’ve run from his memory for too long to just let him in again.
If he thinks I’ll fall at his feet, he’s mistaken…

I wasn’t supposed to love her.
She was my little sister’s best friend… completely of limits.
Only, I’ve never been one for following the rules.
When my world fell apart, she was the one keeping my head above water.
But to stop her drowning along with me, I had to let her go.
I gave her up to protect her, and now she hates me.
But I’m back now, and I’m not giving her up again, even though I know I should.
My world is dangerous, and my family is under constant attack…
But one way or another, I’ll keep her safe at my side.
Most stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end…But there will be no end for us. Only forever..




Aged Ten

New York

I couldn’t believe it!

I twizzled the delicate green stem as I held it up to my face, making sure I was seeing it right.

One, two, three, four…


A real, four-leaf clover.

I dropped onto my knees and laid back on the lawn, listening to the birds chirping as the sun beat down on my face. It was a perfect day, and now something amazing was going to happen to me.

What could it be?

Ice cream for dinner was at the top of my list.

Ooh, no!

Cake for breakfast.

I reached up and tucked the stem into my braid to make sure the clover gods could see it and know that they had to send a little good luck my way.

How extremely lucky to have found it.

There wasn’t another patch of clover on this lawn as far as I could see.

Maybe I’d get a pony. I lived in the city, but surely that didn’t matter to the powers of the clover. It could make anything happen.

Suddenly, a shadow cast over my face and blocked out the sun, interrupting my thoughts.

I opened my eyes, shielding them from the brightness that radiated around the shape that was blocking my light. I squinted.

What the hell?

Then I realized who it was. Aidan.

“What do you want?” I snapped, glaring at him.

It was boys like Aidan O’Callaghan that made me eternally grateful I was an only child. I felt bad for my best friend, Bree, having him as a brother.

He was slightly older than me, enough to push him into the grade above me, but not enough to make the superior smirk he always wore on his face right.

His face twisted into a scowl as he looked down at me. “Your parents want you to go inside.”

“I didn’t realize you’d been downgraded from prince, to errand boy,” I said dismissively, shutting my eyes again. There was no way I was taking orders from a boy. Especially him.

He was always picking legs off spiders and kicking the heads off dandelions. He was wicked because he could get away with it. Because when he grew up, he’d do a lot worse to real people.

I shuddered.

Sometimes I forgot what the adults that surrounded me were like.

I didn’t know everything, but I knew enough. I knew the people I loved were not good people.

I supposed I should cut Aidan some slack. It wasn’t his fault he’d been born to be a criminal… but he needn’t have started so early.

The shadow loomed closer and I felt his stubby fingers at my hairline. My eyes shot open in time to see him pluck the four-leaf clover out of my braid.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, my hand reaching too late to protect it.

He said nothing, he just smirked at me and tore one of the leaves off of the clover and let it flutter to the ground.

“No!” I shrieked, diving onto my knees to fumble through the grass. I wasn’t sure why I was trying to find it. It wasn’t like I could stick it back together, but it seemed too tragic to let something so special rot in the grass.

He stood over me, letting out a dark chuckle as he screwed up the rest of the clover in his palm and dropped it. Then he walked away.

“I hate you, Aidan O’Callaghan!” I screamed, tears stinging my eyes.

“Back at you, Clover,” he called over his shoulder, still laughing.

I looked down at the grass miserably.

He’d taken my once in a lifetime shot at luck…

It was that moment that I declared Aidan O’Callaghan, my best friend’s brother, my arch nemesis.