THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 1 – 10

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 1 – 10

PROLOGUE.

By Naomi Cindy B.

After getting ra.ped by her uncle at the age of 11, Emory Carson’s life never remained the same.

She had to live with the stigma even after her uncle Fred was sent to jail.

No one knows about the case except her family and her three friends, but despite that fact, she felt eyes on herself everywhere she went.

Emory grew a deep-seated hatred for the male gender afterwards, even her own dad.

She’s rebellious and obstinate.

As she grew, her hatred grew with her, up until college.

Everyone in Legacy college knows Emory the male hater who throws shit on the faces of every boy she meets.

Emory’s male hatred met an unexpected hitch when she had an encounter with the silent one, her department’s quiet boy…

Levi Banks.

Levi is known for his greek-god-ish calm exterior and cool personality.

He only talks when necessary, but what Emory is unaware of is that he has had eyes on her since her first year in the school.

He has been watching her from a distance, and now, she willingly walked into his lair.

She’s caught!

What happens next?

When the two opposites clash…

When secrets huge enough to break several hearts started coming out.

When bloodshed and unexpected events hit the ground.

Are you already feeling the heat of the dramas?

Damn! You don’t wanna miss out on this Dark College Romance, do you?

Don’t you dare!

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THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 1 – 10

TERRAVERDE ISLAND~SPAIN, CARSON’S MANSION*

The chilly morning air blowing in through the open window of Emory’s room did her awakening.

Her lids moved slightly, and her intertwined lashes began trying to let go of each other.

Lazily, she rolled from one side of her soft bed to another, slowly pulling the duvet away.

Her hair is in a tousled mess on her head, and she has smeared mascara below her entrancing amber eyes__a result of her alcohol party last night

She was groaning with a frown as she sat up, placing her pedicured legs on the ground.

She reached for the drawer and opened it, dragging out a joint pack.

She got rizla and rolled it professionally, getting a zippo to lighten it.

She took a long drag from it, and immediately it penetrated deep, she smiled with her lips, blowing out the smokes softly.

She got her phone with the other hand and went to the girls group chat.

There are messages from all of them already.

Nina: Who’s here?

Lizzy: Shut the fûck, Nina. Last night wasn’t funny.

Rebekah: Let’s meet in school, no comment for now.

Emory almost started laughing as she typed a text.

Emory: I love you Nina! I needed the booze.

Immediately she sent that to the group, a knock sounded on her door.

“Em?” Her mother’s voice called.

She quickly hid the joint in the drawer and closed it, then she sprayed the room to hide the smell.

She walked to the door, her perfect curvy hips doing a show behind her till she got there and opened the door to meet her mum standing there.

Mrs. Carson.

“Ma” she muttered, leaning on the door.

The brunette woman smiled and embraced her in a hug, arranging her hair with her fingers.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Sure” Emory managed to smile.

“Come on, breakfast is set” Mrs. Carson pulled her away from the door.

She swept her hair back sluggishly as she followed her down the stairs.

The house is big and spacious…her parents might not be very rich, but they’re rich enough to buy her whatever she wants… they both run Carson Enterprises.

They met her dad eating already when they got to the dining room, and she settled down opposite him.

“Morning” she mumbled.

The man looked up sternly.

“You smell like weed, did you smoke again?” He questioned.

“Shit” Emory muttered, taking her cutlery.

“You think you’re helping yourself with the smokes?” Mr. Carson said.

“Hubby” Mrs. Carson tried to stop him, but it failed cos he kept talking…

“You’re literally worsening everything and…

“Fûck it! I’m not eating with you guys anymore” Emory slammed her palms on the table, standing and rushing back upstairs.

“Emory!” Her mother’s voice came after her, but she never turned back till she arrived at her room.

She entered the bathroom and exited minutes later to dress up in a baggie jean

She topped it with a corset top and one of her numerous black boots.

The chains in the boot were clanging as she climbed down the stairs, hanging her backpack on her right arm.

She only straightened her hair, did a light make-up and her favorite lipstick, and she’s still just as beautiful…she has always been.

“Em!” Her mum rushed to her when she walked past the living room.

“Ma, I’m late already” she said without waiting.

“You have a lash on your face” the woman pulled her back and removed the lash gently.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 1 – 10

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