He thought he could destroy me.
Threatened me. Murdered the people around me. Then trapped me with no way out.
What he didn’t realize was I had the devil on my side.
He played the long game. Longer than anyone thought. He thought he was smart with an entire town on his side.
He tried to destroy my life and everything I loved.
But I grew up in a different part of town. And where I was from, we protected our own.
It may not be pretty, but watching him break into nothing may be the happiest moment of my life. I just hope the devil doesn’t trick me again.
Contains mature themes.

My mother died the night the devil strolled into my life. He found me. Saved me from her fate. He wrote me a little note explaining what he planned for me.
Roses are dead. Violets are black and blue. Watch out, little girl. I’m going to destroy you.
As the new girl from the south side of town going to a prestigious academy for my senior year, I never expected welcoming open arms. But the bloody nose on my first day was a surprise. And the threat. And the . . . well, let me just say behind the botoxed smiles and shiny sports cars were the worst sort of people.
And there was one that brought them to their knees. One who ruled Green Hills Academy like the monarchs he descended from. Knight King hated me. Hated what I represented. Hated that I wasn’t wealthy and that I dared to enter his world.
He was used to getting his way. Everyone did what he told them. He tried to rule me, but I was a fighter.
My name’s Violet, and I was anything but a shrinking flower.
Contains mature themes.

He watched me get handcuffed and led away for something I didn’t do. He stared with those cold, steely eyes and did the one thing that caused my blood to run cold. Knight smiled and waved goodbye.
He had wanted me gone the moment he met me, and Knight King always got what he wanted.
But here’s the thing, there wasn’t a person in the world that could hold me down.
Knight had fooled Green Hills Academy. Twisted each person who walked those halls around his little finger. The world around him fell at his feet.
But my mother hadn’t raised a fool. I knew what he was. He played his sick, bullying games on me and for a moment I almost fell for them.
As I sat in that jail cell remembering the past year, there was one thing I had learned . . . Knight King was my enemy and he needed to pay.
Contains mature themes.