Evil Love Read online Ella Fields (Nightingale #1)

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nightingale Series by Ella Fields
Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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(Nightingale #1) Evil Love

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Ella Fields

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English
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A standalone enemies to lovers, bully romance.
There was a time Jude Delouxe didn’t hate me, and I’m fairly certain it was when he didn’t know I existed.
Senior year, I finally caught his eye long enough to throw word vomit at him like the obsessed teenage girl I was. That was then. You see, the most wanted guy in school blamed me for losing his second chance with his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend? Whatever. Point is, the Adonis loved to hate me.
It wasn’t my fault he’d followed me. It wasn’t my fault he’d stared too long and stood a little too close, just daring me to accomplish my wildest dreams. And it most certainly wasn’t my fault his ex-girlfriend arrived when he’d decided to kiss me back.
Then the cruelty began. I’d thought I could handle it, so long as his lips kept gracing mine and he kept giving me more scorching firsts. Until he took it too far, and all his carefully kept secrets blew open the doors to a brand new world. A world he was all too familiar with.
Obsession became loathing and fear replaced naivety as Jude was forced to hold my hand and help me navigate a secret society rife with sin and debauchery—the crème de la crème of Peridot Island.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d do more than lose what remained of my heart. My first love and greatest foe wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d devoured my soul, too.
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Nightingale Series by Ella Fields

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Ella Fields



Darling sin,

why is it, my dear

that I can love you this much

when you bring me to tears

Jude

Seventeen years old

The island exhaled, blowing smoky tendrils of breath along the cobblestone streets in the market district. It was a beast, and we, its occupants, were the prey.

The mist swirled and eddied as my boots cut silently across the street.

Tucked within the shadows, I waited. A minute or two passed, and then my phone vibrated. Peering into the growing night, I fished it from my jacket pocket.

Marnie: Tell me again why you can’t come over?

I was about to put my phone away when another text came through.

Marnie: I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue while you do that thing I like with yours.

A series of suggestive emojis was tacked on the end.

I was hard in a flash, the dull throb taking its time to dissipate after I shoved my phone away and gazed back out at the street.

Marnie and I had been dating since what felt like the dawn of time. Though really, it had been since we’d both left middle school behind and had journeyed into our bodies and high school together. We’d had a lot of fun in figuring them out. So much so, that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked at anyone else.

Her father, an expert in criminal law, was kept on a tight retainer by Nightingale and had been an acquaintance ever since we’d moved here when I was a kid. That is, until they’d sent Ivan to London. I wasn’t sure if he and my dad still stayed in touch, and I didn’t much care.

We could have our own playdates now, and we made sure we had many.

Marnie’s mother remained, sipping martinis at The Ribbon and maxing out Ivan’s credit card in the high-end stores of the market district and sleeping with boys who weren’t much older than her daughter. I doubted Ivan cared, for he hardly returned to the island, and he was not the type of man to go without a female companion for long.

Some years ago, my father had been ready and waiting to rule the London chapter, and from what I remembered, he took great pleasure in knowing his future. But we’d been summoned here when I was eight, and ever since, he’d only grown more distant.

As if he’d never wanted to be placed on Peridot Island at all, let alone rule it.

There was no election, no way to see us or my father coming. Hildebrandt had died in a boating accident with his only heir, leaving behind a mayor-less island and an empty throne.

My younger brother and my mother had struggled with the transition, and my mother never quite smiled the way I remembered her smiling before.

Though I wasn’t sure if it was the transition so much as it was all the ways in which my father had changed since stepping foot upon the ancient, haunted large expanse of land surrounded by pristine sea.

I’d been too young, too absorbed in video games and my books to give a flying shit what we or my father did.

That was then.

Footsteps sounded, sure and swift, upon the damp street.

A puddle of dull light illuminated the dark but not enough to be certain of who it was approaching.

It was the dead of night, though, and the market quarter was vacant. As it should have been.

The only sound to be heard came from the whispering roar of the sea.

I steeled my shoulders, felt my spine lock and stiffen, and hardened my stampeding heart.

Reaching behind me, I pulled the mask from the back of my jeans. Its scales were cool beneath the iron grip of my fingers.

I refused to look at it. I already knew what it looked like, had memorized the glimpse I’d caught of my father’s mask some years ago.

All initiates wore them during their tasks and on some rare occasions, even afterward.

We all did this.

I could do this.

I had to.

Everyone had to, and I was sure as fuck not going to ask for special treatment. I wouldn’t be given it, no matter who my father was.

I was no different.

Stop thinking and go, I inwardly screamed at myself.

Removing the knife from my jacket pocket, I pulled on the provided mask and leaped out from the shadowed alcove.

A scream sliced through the damp air, through the racing organ in my chest, but it didn’t slow my hands as I shoved the woman’s companion to the ground and stabbed him in the side of the arm.

I jumped over him, his thrashing limbs stilling as the blade remained embedded in his forearm. With my teeth gritting so hard I swore I chipped a molar, I removed it, felt the sickening slide of metal through flesh, and plunged it where I’d been instructed.

Right through the center of his palm.

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