Vicious: Volume 1 (Sinners of Saint)

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Feigning boredom, I crossed my arms and leaned one hip on his doorframe. I stared out his window, knowing tears would appear in my eyes if I looked directly at him or Georgia. Authors, if you are a member of the Goodreads Author Program, you can edit information about your own books. Find out how in this guide. PDF / EPUB File Name: Vicious_Sinners_of_Saint_1_-_LJ_Shen.pdf, Vicious_Sinners_of_Saint_1_-_LJ_Shen.epub Our eyes met and tangled. He pushed Georgia off his lap, like she was an eager puppy he was done playing with, and stood up. I took a step forward. We were nose to nose now. He didn’t answer, but I heard a sharp intake of breath— the girl—and the rustle of fabric and the noise of a zipper rolling. Down, I had no doubt.

Both characters are so complex, so unique, so real that I want to be friends with them, live in their world and laugh with them. THIS COUPLE IS EVERYTHING, I loved the way they love each other so intensely and despite their differences fit so perfectly. I really enjoyed their chemistry and banter. NO ONE WRITES BANTER AS L.J. SHEN. All I remember was trudging toward the threshold of another dark door, my fist hovering inches from it before I heard the deep rasp of an old man. They say love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances, and it’s true. OMG!!!! I loved this story so much. Shen gloriously paints a picture of Daria as the young woman who has the world at her shiny, polished fingertips but hides her broken, bleeding and dark parts under a facade. But Penn sees past her cutting barbs and superficial and perfect exterior to the wounded and defensive woman beneath. I loved how we are given a picture of two people who are so different but who see each other for what they really are inside, flaws and all. Overall, this book is one of the best I’ve read in this genre. It has everything YA angst junkies are looking for. Prepare you hearts and minds because the Totholes are coming for both.

All Saints High was a school full of spoiled, over-privileged sinners. A school where if you failed to dress or act a certain way, you didn’t belong. Rosie blended in better than I did, thank the Lord. But with a Southern drawl, off-beat style, and one of the most popular guys at school—that being Vicious Spencer—hating my guts, I didn’t fit in. He hated me so much. The intensity of his glare burned my face every time he looked at me, which wasn’t as often as I’d like him to. But being the sensible girl that I was, I never allowed myself to dwell on it. Shen takes inspiration for her books mostly from TV shows, movies, music, and real-life experiences. Random conversations also inspire her sometimes and help her in coming up with interesting stories. Author Shen is satisfied with the way her career fared so far. She is hopeful of becoming more successful in the future. As of now, she is at work on her latest novel and is looking forward to creating many more interesting books in the coming years. She is grateful for all the love and support she has received from her fans and wants them to keep coming like always. We're just two teenagers who never stood a chance to be friends in this world, so we became what was expected of us..Enemies.

I didn’t hear a thing, I swear.” I choked on my words. “My mama works here. I was looking for her.” Another lie. I was about to run—this conversation obviously wasn’t meant for me to hear—but he caught me off guard. Before I knew what was happening, the door swung open and I came face to face with a boy around my age. I say a boy, but there was nothing boyish about him. Vicious?” I called out, trying to steady my voice. I straightened my spine, even though he couldn’t see me. “It’s Millie. Sorry to interrupt, y’all. I just wanted to borrow your calc book. Mine’s lost, and I really need to get ready for that exam we have tomorrow.” God forbid you ever study for our exam yourself, I breathed silently.A thorn twisted in my heart, jealousy filling my chest. I couldn’t wrap my head around this physical reaction. The pain. The shame. The lust. I hated Vicious. He was hard, heartless, and hateful. I’d heard his mother had died when he was nine, but he was eighteen now and had a nice stepmother who let him do whatever he wanted. Josephine seemed sweet and caring. Content and Trigger Warnings: talk of drug addiction, talk of overdose, loss of a loved one, an inappropriate relationship between a student and principle, abandonment, underage drinking, a lot of talk of food and body image that could very triggering, fat shaming, mention of rape in the past (a teenager and an adult, too), a lot of grey area cheating with miscommunication, a blood pact that requires them to cut their palms, a few tasteless jokes about mental health, assault, physical abuse, violence, sex work shaming, very brief mention of a dog dying, a racial slur that was in a negative light, and a lot of questionable (and gross) things about race and ethnicity that made me feel uncomfortable. I messed up and forgot about some of my friends updates for this when I decided to jump in. I got to the ridiculous "I got his pencil and masturbated with it for revenge" scene and decided to call it quits. AMAZING!! Thank you NetGalley and SOURCEBOOKS, Bloom Books for granting me access to this book in exchange for an honest review.

Emilia, also known as Millie (or Help by Vicious), first met Vicious at his house's Library when she was looking for the son of her new parent's boss. From the start, he hated everything about her: her hair, her lips, her personality, the fact that she reminded him of a younger version of Jo, his step-mother (later on, we learn the reason for his hate towards Jo). Because of all the above, Vicious makes her senior year a living hell, after all, they are going to the same school, where he is the king with his other three friends and every student is rich as hell, except for her, who is the daughter of the Help. Worst part? It wasn’t a figure of speech. It really was his town. Baron Spencer Jr.—dubbed Vicious for his cold, ruthless behavior—was the heir to one of the biggest family-owned fortunes in California. The Spencers owned a pipeline company, half of downtown Todos Santos—including the mall—and three corporate office parks. Vicious had enough money to take care of the next ten generations of his family. Welcome to your new addiction, angst addicts. Because this new series? It's about to reach into your very soul and tear out all of the feels!I’d only been inside the mansion once before, when my family first came to Todos Santos. That was two months ago. That day, I stood rooted in place on the same ironwood flooring that never creaked.

In the distance, I heard music blasting from his room, getting louder by the second as he turned the volume up to the max. It took me a few beats to recognize the song. “Stop Crying Your Eyes Out” by Oasis. Daria has strange ways of dealing with the guilt and nobody really understands her, even her family. They don’t even try, except maybe her Dad. Until Penn begins to try. He then starts to see her in ways nobody else does, and he sees how other people treat her when nobody else seems to care. With every book I read, I always ask myself if the hero or heroine deserves their partner. Do they put their partner before themselves? Do they appreciate them? Do they love them for who they are no matter their imperfections? Do they make them better people? Does their love for them show through everything? The answer to those questions here is yes and not just for Penn. I think, sadly, this was a failed attempt at duplicating Vicious. There were a few things that along with that cringeworthy scene Sometimes it’s so nostalgic to read a high school love story. It reminds me of my crush on Jordan Catalano and the first time he kissed me in his car when he gave me a ride home from school. Oops, that wasn’t me, that was Angela Chase... But I was still crushing on Jordan right along with her.

Publication Order of Sinners of Saint Books

Penn Scully has had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to him, and now his heart is completely iced over. I did as I was told—not for Mama, for Rosie—without understanding the consequences. The next few minutes cost me my whole senior year and were the reason why I was ripped from my family at the age of eighteen. I heard him whisper in his raspy tone something inaudible that made her moan. My ears seared, and I anxiously rubbed my hands on the yellow cut-off denim shorts covering my thighs. Out of all the scenarios I could have imagined, this was by far the worst. When circumstances leave Penn homeless in his senior year, the Followhills take him in as their latest shiny project. That means, for the time being, he's Daria's housemate, living right across the hall. What’s your name?” he demanded. He smelled delicious—a masculine spice of boy-man, sweet sweat, sour hormones, and the faint trace of clean laundry, one of my mama’s many chores.