Eden’s Playground
Graystone Academy Book 1: A Reverse Harem Academy Paranormal Romance
BE Kelly
Contents
Eden
Anson
Duff
Eden
Anson
Duff
Eden
Anson
Duff
Eden
Anson
Duff
Eden
Anson
Duff
Eden
Anson
Eden
Gabriel
Zander
Violet
About K.L. Ramsey & BE Kelly
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Eden’s Playground
Graystone Academy Book 1: A Reverse Harem Academy Paranormal Romance
Copyright © 2021 by BE Kelly
Cover Design: Taylor Dawn at Sweet 15 Designs
Imprint: Independently published
First Print Edition: February 2021
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Eden
Eden Graystone tossed her meager belongings onto the dorm room bed and looked around the big, empty room. Her father had handpicked the best room on campus for her—his old room. Good old Dad. Nothing but the best for Theodore Graystone or his daughter. At first, she was thrilled at the prospect of not having to deal with a roommate. What if she had gotten stuck with a girl who liked to stay up late and party or worse—snored. But now, looking around the dark space that housed her father for his four years at Graystone Academy, Eden suddenly felt very lonely.
This school had been founded generations back by one of her father’s ancestors. He told Eden the story when she was just a kid, but she didn’t pay much attention to her father or his stories. Eden’s powers hadn’t surfaced yet as a child, and honestly, she didn’t care much about being a witch when she was little. What if she never got her powers? She wouldn’t have been welcomed at Graystone, so what was the point of listening to her father drone on about his alma mater? When Eden turned fifteen, she woke up one day and had her abilities—just like that. It was almost like a switch had been flicked on while she was sleeping and when she called her father to tell him, he had Eden enrolled in the academy the very next day. He told her that as soon as she finished high school, his old room would be waiting for her and she’d have the best education his money could buy.
Eden peeked out into the hallway noting the hustle and bustle of students and their parents rushing around, trying to get everything into their dorm rooms before parent visiting hours were over. Her mother wasn’t going to be able to make the trip up with her stuff, and that meant that Eden was stuck with the same two outfits she had packed for herself just before she left home and boarded the bus to Graystone Academy. It was the only way to make her assigned student orientation time slot. Her mother insisted that she couldn’t take time off work again—not even for something as important as Eden’s education. She told her to call her father and ask him to do it, but they both knew that wouldn’t happen. Still, just to spite her mother, Eden decided to call good old Theo to ask him for a ride. Hell, it would serve her mom right if he said yes. But he didn’t. He never did. Eden hadn’t seen her father in over eight years and she should have known better than to get her hopes up.
Instead, the very next day, she received an overnight parcel from her father with the keys to her dorm room, a check for more spending money than she’d need for the entire year at school, and a one-way bus ticket to Graystone. Her mother’s sheer joy at being right, once again, about her father was almost nauseating. She promised Eden that she’d meet her on move-in day with her crap, but instead, she received a text from her this morning telling her that she wasn’t going to make it because her car wouldn’t start. Her mom’s car had a convenient way of not starting at the most inconvenient times. So, it was just Eden, her duffel bag of meager belongings, and her thoughts all alone in the big, drafty dorm room.
She grabbed the sheets and blankets that were sitting on the desk in the corner of the room. Her father had the room outfitted with everything she’d need to survive, but none of the comforts of home. Eden had a bed with sheets, blankets, and even a few fluffy pillows. There was a desk and chair, for her to work at, and even a small sitting area with a big, overstuffed worn brown leather chair. It was her home for the next four years until she got her degree, and she guessed it would work. Once her mother brought her clothes and personal items, she could spruce the place up a little, and make it feel more like home. Eden pulled out her cell phone and shot off a quick text to her father, thanking him for the room and him thinking about the few extra essentials that she needed. It was how their relationship worked. He gave Eden stuff so he didn’t have to spend any time or effort on her and she thanked him and told him how lovely it was that he thought of her. They were cordial and it worked for them, although she wouldn’t mind having a dad to talk to and even hang out with once in a while—it worked. He quickly texted her back asking if she had added any of her own personal touches to the room yet, and Eden assured him that she would, just as
