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FU High Series by Ella Goode – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Sat, 13 Oct 2018 01:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png FU High Series by Ella Goode – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Two of a Kind Read online Ella Goode (FU High #3) http://www.wownovels.com/two-of-a-kind-3-read-online-ella-goode Sat, 13 Oct 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/two-of-a-kind-3-read-online-ella-goode Genre: College, Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult Authors: Ella Goode Series: FU High Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Two of a Kind (FU High #3)
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When money is tight and your family relies on you, the rules don’t apply. For Brad, hacking is not only a way of life but it puts food on his table and sends his brilliant sister to a private school. Nighttime, secret fights funds the gaps like special tennis shoes or expensive school uniforms. His work doesn’t leave much time for average activities like school and dating. Ordinarily, a rich, privileged girl needing tutoring would only piss him off. But Melody is no ordinary girl. She’s gorgeous, funny, and every part of Brad’s body wants her. There’s no law he won’t break, no rule that he won’t step on, no person—not even her Senator father—who will prevent Brad from claiming her. They belong together. They’re two of a kind.
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Chapter 1

Brad

“Hey Brad, got a minute?” a voice says behind me.

I pretend to search inside my nearly empty locker for something in hopes that the person behind me will go away.

“Brad? A minute?”

Ever since I helped Carter Franklin, I’ve had jocks up on my ass every other week asking for favors. He’s on my shit list and if I ever see him step outside the line, I’m taking him down.

“Hey Brad. Did you hear me?”

“Maybe he has head phones on, Mark.”

A finger jabs me in the shoulder. “You got headphones on? Can you hear me?”

I back away from the locker and slam the door closed. “I heard you the first three times.”

Mark Stein blinks at me in confusion as if I spoke Arabic to him or maybe just English. He’s not super bright, which is likely why he’s harassing me today. I’d bet my last dollar that he needs a grade changed. This is why I don’t come to school. There are too many dumbasses who are always on my dick wanting idiotic things. I can’t wait to be free of this hellhole.

“Then why didn’t you say something?”

I shoulder my backpack and move past him. He steps in my path because he’s a football player and Carter Franklin has trained all these animals to think that they run this school.

“Because I was ignoring you, my dude. Take a social clue. When someone doesn’t respond to you, it’s because they have no interest in talking to you.” I wait for Mark to move because I’m not engaging in some weird-ass two step that he seems to think is going to end well for him.

Mark puffs out his bloated chest and pushes his chin in the air. “You should have an interest in talking to me.”

I look down at the top of his head where I can clearly see a thinning spot starting to form in the middle of his crown. Maybe his premature pattern baldness is why he’s such a prick. Nah.

“I don’t though.”

The warning bell chimes and the gawkers start drifting away to their classrooms. Mark doesn’t move. Carter walks by, takes a look at the two of us, and shakes his head.

“Dumbass,” he mutters as he passes. He’s holding hands with the girl who pretends to be his cousin. Or maybe they aren’t pretending anymore. I can’t remember all the soap opera events that go down in this stupid school. “Don’t mess with him.”

“You heard him. Don’t mess with me.” Mark chuckles. He folds his beefy arms across his chest. I try to remember what position he plays and whether he’s always been this big or whether he’s gotten out of shape.

“He’s talking to you.” Carter is one of the few people that know what I do.

“I’m talking to you,” Carter yells.

But Mark misses yet another clue because he’s dumb and maybe had his head bashed in a few too many times on the football field. “Yeah, so listen, Brad. I have a little project and I’ve picked you to take care of it.”

I scratch my neck. I can take care of this two ways and after a brief internal struggle, I opt for the non-violent one. “How much money do you have?”

Mark’s menacing grimace transforms immediately into a smug grin. “I knew you’d come around, man. Okay, how’s $500?”

I bark out a laugh. “You have to be fucking kidding me.” I don’t turn my computer on for less than ten grand. Does he think I run a charity? I’m done with this fool. I push him out of the way and move on.

He stumbles back in surprise, not sure how he, a Michelin Stay Puft Marshmallow man, could have gotten moved by someone who doesn’t look like he’s eating steroids for breakfast. “Wait, what? What do you mean? I’m not kidding. I have it right here.”

He bounds after me, pulling his wallet out of his jeans and opening it up. I don’t bother to look. “It’s not even enough to make me click my mouse.”

“It’s just a grade,” he protests.

Bingo. “Hacking into a school mainframe”--which I’ve done literally hundreds of times and it’s so easy that sometimes I get mad--”is punishable by up to two years in prison so I’m not going in to change the grade of some dumb jock who spent fifth period jerking off in the locker room instead of going to his bio lab for that amount of money.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his round face turn red. “Fine then. How much do you want? Eight bills? Ten?”

I stop and pivot to face him. He nearly falls on his face to avoid running into me. “Half a million.”

His jaw drops. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

“I don’t have that kind of money.” Mark’s dad owns a few car dealerships so he’s probably right. Five grand might be easy for him. Fifty would be doable but he’d have to steal some money from his dad’s till. A half a million would require the sale of one of the businesses and he doesn’t have the power or pull to do that. That’s one reason I rarely do business with my classmates. They don’t have anything I want.

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Deuces Wild Read online Ella Goode (FU High #2) http://www.wownovels.com/deuces-wild-2-read-online-ella-goode Tue, 24 Jul 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/deuces-wild-2-read-online-ella-goode Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Authors: Ella Goode Series: FU High Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)

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Everyone thinks Carter is a jerk, even his teammates on the football team. The guy runs the locker room like they’re in the military, scowls at everyone on and off the field, and never, ever socializes with anyone at FU High. If Mallory had known any of this, maybe she wouldn’t have hid in his car that night after the Championship game but she was on the run and it was the first car she came across that was unlocked. But she didn’t know and now Carter won’t let her leave. He says she’s a hassle but every time trouble comes around, Carter’s the first one to defend her. For a guy who says he hates people, he sure is nice to Mallory. She doesn’t know what to make of it, or him. He’s a wildcard, but, then again, so is Mallory. Perhaps the two of them are meant to be together. Carter seems to think so.
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Chapter 1

Carter

“I can’t believe football season is over,” Fast comments, his arm slung over his girlfriend, whose name I can’t bother to remember. The two are attached at the hip, nearly literally. The only time I see Fast by himself is in the locker room and even that happens only because he thinks we are all hot after her. I couldn’t be less interested. If it’s not about football or my car or the one other hobby I have that no one deserves to know about, then it’s not important.

“You’re all coming to my place, right?” shouts Ben. “Except you, Carter. I’m not expecting you.”

He says it with this hope attached to the end as if I’m suddenly going to change and climb into the car with one of these guys. The confetti from the post-championship celebration crunches under my feet as I stride silently toward my car. I used to host the parties but the shit got old quick. I did it to keep an eye on the guys but the season is over. They can do what they want. I don’t give a shit anymore.

“Carter, man, come on. It’s our last game together. We should at least have a beer.”

“You guys have a great time. Feel free to send me the bill for the booze.”

A huge cry of cheers fills the parking lot.

“Least you could do, man,” bellows Josh.

I lift my middle finger up and keep walking. The car unlocks itself as I approach. Girls? Who needs them when you have a 325 horsepower engine under your grip? I toss my bag in the virtually non-existent backseat and am about ready to climb into the driver’s seat when I hear a muffled yelp.

“What in the fuck?” I flick on the flashlight feature on my phone and wave it in the back. A pair of frightened eyes appears for a half second before a hand comes up to shield the light. “Who the fuck are you?”

No one, and I mean not even my grandmother, who is probably the only female of worth on this whole godforsaken planet, sits in my car. I once had a supermodel with some thirty million followers crawl into the passenger seat thinking—well, who the fuck knows what she was thinking? It was a dumb move because I had her bodyguards haul her ass out of it immediately by threatening to expose to the press that she still had white powder stuck to her nose. The paps got a picture of her being dragged away by her own people and it’s the top picture when you search her name. Serves her right for touching my baby, which is why I’m nearly struck dumb that another asshole had the audacity to break into my ride and rub their sweaty, smelly body all over my custom leather interior. I reach down and flip the front car seat forward. “Out. Get the fuck out of my car before I call the cops.”

“Wait. I can explain—” she begins, struggling into a sitting position, still covering her face. I make out a ratty T-shirt falling halfway off her shoulder and wonder if she’s trying to seduce me. Not gonna work.

“Do I look like I give a rat’s ass about your explanation? I don’t care if you’re running from an abusive boyfriend or from the police. I’m not the white knight type. I’m the type that gives your sorry ass a boot even when you’re already down, so get out of my car.”

“No.”

The abrupt rejection surprises me into silence for a second. “Yeah, that’s not acceptable. Get out.”

“No.”

I drum my fingers on the hood of my car. I’m not a fan of laying hands on a woman. My dad’s an asshole but even he would find that act despicable. My grandmother would rise from her sickbed and beat me over the head with her bedpan and that was after pouring her warm piss down my back—so I can’t exactly reach in and drag this girl out. Worse, I think she fucking knows that.

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks to get out right now.”

“Ten thousand.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Ten thousand dollars in a black satchel. Small bills, non-sequential as well.”

“You think I carry around ten grand in small, non-sequential bills?” I gape at her.

She shrugs, still keeping her hands up to block the light—or maybe to block my view of her. “Not my problem if you don’t. I’m fine in the backseat of your car. You’re the one who wants me to get out and are offering to pay me. I’m telling you the price. Isn’t that the way the world works?”

That last part comes out bitter. Real bitter.

“Hey, Carter, something wrong with your car?” I spin around to find Fast behind me. His girlfriend is craning her neck, trying to spy on the situation. I slam the car door shut.

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Ace of Hearts Read online Ella Goode (FU High #1) http://www.wownovels.com/ace-of-hearts-1-read-online-ella-goode Thu, 19 Apr 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/ace-of-hearts-1-read-online-ella-goode Genre: Chick Lit, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Authors: Ella Goode Series: FU High Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)

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When Ace gets accepted into the prestigious Franklin Universal High, her goals include studying and more studying. High marks in all her classes are the path to being a cardio thoracic surgeon like her beloved stepdad. She has no plans on falling for anyone, especially not the hot jock who keeps staring at her. The athletes at FU High have the worst reputation and she refuses to let one climb into her jeans—no matter how nice Owen “Fast” McCoy seems. It only takes one look for Owen to know that Alice “Ace” Alister is the girl for him. He’s eighteen but he knows what he wants—a successful football season and the new transfer. He’ll do whatever it takes to achieve those goals from extra practices to joining the sewing club. He won’t give up until he becomes the ace of her heart.
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Alice

“This is darling.” Mom flips a garment over the dressing room door. I sigh when I see it’s another skirt.

I push it away. She means well, but I’m not showing up for my first day of school looking like a Catholic school reject. “Mom, I told you. No skirts.”

I want to look normal, which means T-shirts and jeans and Vans tennis shoes, not monogrammed skirts and blouses with pearl-encrusted collars that scream stuck-up rich kid.

“I want you to fit in,” she says through the heavy wooden door. “You want to make a good impression on the first day.”

“I know.” I actually agree with Mom that first impressions are important, which is why I’m not waltzing in wearing half the Gucci store like Mom thinks I should. I zip up the jeans I pulled off the discount rack. They have no logo and no fancy stitching or adornments, unlike the ones Mom picked out that have fringe on the side—which is cute, but definitely looks expensive. I tuck in the oversized white T-shirt that has a discreet designer label on the bottom corner that’s so small no one would be able to see it unless they were eye level with my crotch, which is not happening on my first day—if ever.

I open the door and throw my arms out to the side. “Ta da.”

Mom’s face falls. “Jeans an—and a T-shirt?”

“Yeah, this is the style, Mom. This is what normal kids wear.”

“Normal kids wear clothes like this, too.” She holds up a bejeweled sweatshirt with huge block letters spelling GUCCI across the chest.

“No. No normal kids wear clothes like this to high school. If you want me to fit in and make friends, then let me pick out my own clothes.” I clasp my hands together. “Please.”

She heaves out an enormous disappointed sigh and hangs the rejected clothes on a nearby rack. “I just want the best for you.”

I link my arm through hers. “I know you do, but I promise this is the right outfit. Why don’t I wear it out and we’ll put my old stuff in a bag?”

She nods and goes off to find a clerk. Meanwhile, I sort out all the stuff I’m keeping, which is mostly plain, oversized T-shirts, which I prefer because I have a big rack and prefer not to have all the boys making stupid-ass comments about it all day long, and skinny jeans. I did throw in a dress or two, just in case. Those will make Mom happy.

I really do know what I am doing. When my parents told me last semester that Dad was taking a position as the director of some big hospital’s Cardiothoracic Department in Liberty and that I could either transfer to Franklin Universal High School, which is a school for exceptional kids, or stay at my prissy private boarding school, I immediately agreed to the move. I hated that boarding school because all the kids thought they were better than everyone else just because they had money. Newsflash: they were the worst people in the world. Money, in my opinion, makes people entitled assholes.

I might be one, too, and haven’t realized it, but Mom and Dad keep things pretty down-to-earth. Yeah, we have a big house, but I don’t have a driver like most of the kids at my old school. We still fly commercial because private planes are the worst thing for the environment since the invention of plastic bottled water.

Franklin U High isn’t exactly normal. The social structure there isn’t based on who has the fattest wallet. It’s skill-based. It’s a school for kids with special skills—could be music, could be art, could be athletics, or it could be book smarts. I fall into the last category and based on the results of the Instagram hashtag #FUHigh, it looks like everyone dresses like ordinary teenagers instead of trying to outdo each other with the latest designer clothes. Yeah, there are a few girls who are flexing with their Prada purses and their Dolce tennis shoes, but for the most part it’s regular kids trying to make it through their last years of high school—just like me.

“All this shopping has made me hungry,” Mom declares.

“Let’s go to the food court,” I propose. “I want a hamburger.”

“And a shake?” Mom suggests.

“Perfect.” At least we’re in agreement about our food. We grab our bags, pay for all the loot and head for lunch.

As we get in line, we hear a whispered argument.

“I can’t afford it, honey,” says the tired-looking mom to her bright-eyed elementary aged daughter. “It’s too expensive.”

“Okay, I understand,” the girl says but her face is full of disappointment.

The mom sucks her lips in and blinks rapidly. “You know I want to buy it for you, baby. I want you to have the world but it’s so tight at home with your dad and all.”

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Two of a Kind (FU High #3)

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